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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Tue, Jun 25, 2019
I toss and turn under blankets and I add this to another sleepless night where I doubt myself in every way.
"Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?"
I close my eyes trying to get at least a few minutes of sleep before my alarm goes- BLEEP BLEEEP BLEEP- my eyes open wide and I just lay there. My hope of a decent night of sleep is completely gone along with my hopes and dreams.........
I am going to be honest here and say that almost all the stuff in here actually happened to me but don't worry I am better now... :)
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