Confessions Of An Insomniac

Confessions Of An Insomniac

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Midnight; the clock ticks, the wind howls, the house creaks and my fear escalates. The noise's are infuriating and sleep wont claim me, all i can do is think. These are my poems; My deepest, darkest thoughts ♥
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A collection of poems by me

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