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Sleepless

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I feel so tired but my eyes won’t shut,

They stare straight ahead,

At the mess of the shattered life,

Which was once a beautiful day,

The pieces lay scattered,

Across the tattered carpet,

They pick up the mood,

Thrown in blotches around the room,

The pain is easy to see,

There’s no hiding something

This obvious:

I’m unhappy.

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updated Mar 27 '11 by EveningLight

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