It hurts
I can't sleep
Running down my face
Soaking my pillow
Heart full
Mind damaged
Empty box of tissues
To be continued
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments3
Pain of the past awakens when the mind relaxes. nicely done
Nice.. too many nights
Great write, loved it!
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