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Poezja

It's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.

12A.M.

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by Priyaoriya

by Priyaoriya

I've been up since 6.

I should be caught in a fantasy but yet I lay, my eyes wide open.

I can't help but think.

For the Silence is when my thoughts run wild.

Music disturbs the silence and grasps hold of my mind.

And for once in my life I can't wait for our fingers to intertwine.

At 12 am slowly turning into 9.