51. insomnia

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thoughts cycling

through my head.


deaf to the music

playing on my bed.


sitting alone in a room

no one in sight.


except for shadows

that roam in the night.


i feel their stares

as my eyes are pried open.


knives stabbed in my chest,

spilling my emotions.


no tears left to cry,

the river has been dried for some time.


the cycles repeat

with those thoughts of mine.


alone in the night

with no one by my side.


i wish someone

could save me from my vicious mind.

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