I feel like I'm being watched at night. Not in a bad way.
As if someone out there just wants to see my face before they succumb to the darkness we call the end.
For us it's simply sleep.
But for others outside of the ones we know..Sleep is the warmest knife.
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This Feels Write
PoetryLiterally just poems of all sorts. Old ones, new ones, short, long, emotional, silly, etc. All written myself of course. :)
