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Sleep

People always ask how
someone sleeps at night
knowing they've hurt someone.

But they don't ever ask how
the victim sleeps at night after getting hurt.

Because here I am staring at the ceiling
with bloodshot eyes, repeating the same question
in my head over and over-

"What did I do to deserve this?"

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Written on: January 2, 2020

Author's note: first poem of the year! Hope your 2020 becomes your year.