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Apr 4
In the darkest hours, when no light can be found
Thoughts twist and bite, writhe and fester
As sleep escapes and eludes all struggling grasps
Can't sleep, there are enemies nearby
Written by
Trevor Dowe  31/Gender Fluid/The Twilight Sky
(31/Gender Fluid/The Twilight Sky)   
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