Another sleepless night of just starring at the wall.
More and more nights seem to be like this, yet it feels like I'm always sleeping.
I'm sleeping yet I'm awake. Maybe I'm just dead, dead inside and it's making it's way outside, soon I'll be in my grave.
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Poetry
PoetrySo in here you will find poetry of this awkward human being. It's mostly about pain and broken families