5:47
(I see the light coming through my dark green shades, I got no sleep and somehow I'm still okay. Maybe this is a sign that pain will cease to exist cause I was so accustomed to it that it'd be hard to resist
Rain coming down making puddles in the street as I grip my covers and tug on my sheets. It sounds so pure, a heavenly bliss..splash splish like a wet kiss
5:47 and I never felt more alive, even when I get sleep I feel so deprived. But in the early morning you feel that ice cold breeze run down your spine and give you a subtle tease. And yes I'm inside, tucked in my bed...cause if I were outside all this wouldn't be in my head)
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