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Dec 8
Its 2:54
My mind is racing
My eyes are fighting so hard to hold back tears
Morbid thoughts
Scary thoughts
Rain into my head
Flooding it,
Drowning the joy

It's 2:57
Getting late
I should go to bed
Why I am so scared of it though
While I long for it
What is wrong with my head?


It's 2:58
Getting goosebumps
Shivering for no apparent reason
My head hurts
My brain hurts
Why can't I sleep?

It's 3:00am
Officially the "devil's hour"
The only devil I see
Is the one messing with my head
Making me mad
Making me sad
Making me just feel plain old bad
(This note was written by the pillow that threatens to ****** your loved ones)
Liana
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Liana  F/NJ/silently screaming
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