It's 12:28 am and I can't sleep. My mind is exhausted, it badly needs rest. But why is it not given?
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Soliloquized
PoetryA collection of poems and prose. Grief, melancholy, pain, and maybe, just maybe I could write something that resembles happiness too.
Soliloquized
It's 12:28 am and I can't sleep. My mind is exhausted, it badly needs rest. But why is it not given?
