Targets me in the early.
I am not supposed to be awake
Yet my mind wont let me sleep.
These late night pains often creep.
Nothing can help,
Not even counting sheep.
I'm awake for the day.
I wish my eyes weren't a strain.
3:00 am caused me to change.
Now i must awake for the day.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
