12:27 a.m.
"Sleep." I tell myself willingly to fall asleep.
1:02 a.m.
"Now." I see the light seeping through the window.
What a beauty a simple thing could be. What a wondrous vibrant color coating the night fall.
Beauty to sleep.
Sleep.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
