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Night falls, as always. Thoughts creep into your head, old habits. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you think about your day. That sinking feeling that you always seem to get, returns with vengeance as you try to rest. The spiraling sentence that mirrors your mind wraps around your conscious like a venomous snake. "Is this real or fake? Maybe I'm meant to break?" [ARH]
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Night Fall
Night falls, as always. Thoughts creep into your head, old habits. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you think about your day. That sinking feeling that you always seem to get, returns with vengeance as you try to rest. The spiraling sentence that mirrors your mind wraps around your conscious like a venomous snake. "Is this real or fake? Maybe I'm meant to break?" [ARH]
alberto-ruiz
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
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