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Heavy hearts beat louder at night Shines a light on feelings left unidentified Damp pillows, clenched fists, the signs of bad memories, too stubborn to quit Projected onto the ceiling of my mind, A film reel plays of the times of my life Tortured history, dotted with melancholy tragedies Not a sob story, at least not yet I tuck my regrets in at night Unsure of who will get smothered first A bet I’m willing to make, if it means a nights rest
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
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Heavy hearts beat louder at night Shines a light on feelings left unidentified Damp pillows, clenched fists, the signs of bad memories, too stubborn to quit Projected onto the ceiling of my mind, A film reel plays of the times of my life Tortured history, dotted with melancholy tragedies Not a sob story, at least not yet I tuck my regrets in at night Unsure of who will get smothered first A bet I’m willing to make, if it means a nights rest
#insomnia#sleep#goodnight
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
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