silent heartache july to june

It’s 4 am and I can’t sleep.

I wish at the end of the day I could just empty every single damn thought and feeling into a bottle and put it away so I could sleep peacefully and then just deal with all the shit in my head later.

all alone

on the edge of sleep

my old familiar friend

comes and lies down next to me

my. life.

my. life.

 






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