{solitude: a state of seclusion or isolation}
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the charger to our battery,
the beautiful bliss of peace and harmony,
when the brain is working at it's hardest.
our eyes flutter at first,
and then close into a uninterrupted sleep.
dreaming about our careers,
even a special someone,
then the dreams turn into horror,
with frightening twists big enough,
to make you jump
in the middle of the night.
our thoughts slowly crumble,
and die out,
as we regain sleep,
in the silence of the early morning.
but when we wake up, we don't remember a thing.
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something a little different! this was an amazing poem to write. sleep is such a marvellous thing - never really realised it before. what about you guys?
- senuri ✨
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Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
