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Resting my eyes always leads to memories of what I no longer have. Dreams of you loving me and kissing me slowly. To wake to the painful reality that you left. The reminder each morning is too much. So I stopped sleeping.
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
Insomnia
Resting my eyes always leads to memories of what I no longer have. Dreams of you loving me and kissing me slowly. To wake to the painful reality that you left. The reminder each morning is too much. So I stopped sleeping.
it has been months and I still struggle
OliviaLost
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24/F/Canada
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
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