Panic is a strange thing
Why should our senses desert us
When we most need them?
It's like the WiFi
When I need to study-
The crisis is so serious
I'm not sure I want to think straight
Because what I'll find
Isn't pretty.
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Thoughts Of An Insomniac
PuisiWhen I can't sleep My mind lives in a twilight Between beautiful thoughts and insomnia Where is it my thoughts go when the lights are out? a collection of words with extra spaces some may call poetry
