I close my eyes and count my breaths. And yet my mind is still wide awake. Thoughts of what is to come bounce back and forth, until the fate of sleep takes over. My mind is like a volcano erupting full of what ifs and yet when I sleep my dreams are full of regret.
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PoetryA new chapter in my life. Gaining confidence, moving forward and laughing when times get tough.
