oh hello, insomnia my old friend. i did not miss you, but alas, you return. how i wish there were a big spoon to hold the little spoon and whisper the sleeplessness away.
lotta looking through today, lotta looking through...it's daggers to the soul.
lotta invisible everyday. enough for a lifetime. more than one person should endure.
so much endured cruelty. can no longer decipher it from kindess. then again, it has been said there is no finer line than that between hate and love...that those we love the most we hurt the most...
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