when i cant sleep,
i write.
it preserves my sanity
as i battle the demons
that keep me awake.
because as smart as i am,
i gave the wrong people
the right pieces of me.
and filling the gaps
is near impossible.
i've poured my everything
into these poems;
blood. sweat. tears.
and heartache.
all in a hope
that one day
i may find my missing pieces.
//rms
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