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It’s 3:19 am
My brain’s avoiding sleep again.
Heart is anxious.
Lips are dry.
No more tears left in my eyes.
Tomorrow’s cares are pressing in.
Battle raging from within.
Hope still lingers.
Fear stays too.
Night is colored in dark hues.
Time is an enemy and a friend.
I long for the spell of a dream again.
Watching the walls.
Waiting for the light.
To break the chaos spinning in my mind.
