My wet eyes, My tormented soul, And my broken heart, is what I am left with. From sleeping peacefully at night to sleeplessness, From Self-Loving to Self Doubting, From blithe to fusspot, From unreserved to reserved, I feel suffocated and nitwit. Solitary felt good, But I am tormented.
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