thick sheets of black.

the light swooshing sound of the fan.

she closes her eyes to go to sleep..

but sleep doesn't come.

she lays there,her thoughts still being thunk.

she tries so hard to find sleep,

shes exosted from the day,

the tiresome events.

she pleads to God to help her find rest...

but all that comes is memories..

The End

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