It's one-eleven in the morning and once again i find myself being unable to sleep.
You'd think I'd be used to the sleepless nights by now.
The familiar feeling of being tired should be comforting yet each night it manages to feel foreign.
My mind contemplates if this is good or not and I'm always unsure of the answer.
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Star Thoughts - skehtevols
PoetrySpilling my thoughts instead of letting then swim in my head --- tw/cw in general
