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Insomnia
gets up in the night to cry
my sleep is being disturbed
wont tell me why but these
disruptions must be curbed
I find her downstairs in tears
hugging herself as if in pain
last night it took three hours
I dont want to see it again
in her eyes a degree of guilt
something preys on her mind
deep-rooted fits of remorse
as if for someone she pined
what ...
Friday 29th January 2021 11:01 am
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