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Nov 2010
Blurry eyes it’s one am
And sleep has yet to find me
Broken thoughts assault my mind
Can’t seem to put the day behind me

A wayward search against my will
Of missed chances I’m reminded
A fruitless search to find my flaws
By my assumptions am I blinded

The deafening sounds of a quiet night
Prevent the peace that I am seeking
All the while inside my head
Can’t keep reality from speaking

Tomorrow comes much too soon
When yesterday fails to cease its waking
The new days light on my bloodshot eyes
Another sleepless night is in the making
David Hall
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David Hall  35/M/Nashville
(35/M/Nashville)   
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