Tear stained cheeks, wet pillow cases, tears that keep falling.
A never ending cycle of sadness and pain, that just continues on.
Dreaded days, and lonely nights all the same just different times.
Broken hearts and broken minds, a soul left with just a sliver of light.
The same thing, every night.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of thoughts, that I cannot mute. Some would have these at night, while I have them all day.
