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WickedHope Mar 2015
The loneliness set in
When I couldn't fall asleep
I had grown accustomed to
Steadying my mind
With thoughts of you

I laid awake
wandering my conscious
Dragging myself away from you
No, not dragging, walking

Away from something
I once needed
But can no longer stand
No longer rest my head on
When the loneliness sets in
Still have writers block. Whhhyyyyyyyy...
(Slams head to keys in frustration.)
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Kinda in that I-really-wish-I-was-dead-right-now mood.

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