I'm Tired of Sleeping
Let’s sleep.
Under the stars that make up our nightmare shrieks,
Under the moonlit sky where our prayers disappear,
Under the night light that shines on our
desires, hopes, and fears,
And reminisce the pain of repent and its tears.
On second thought, I’m tired of sleeping.
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