Trouble Sleeping
Last night, I could not sleep,
All I could see where the things I was sleeping to forget,
I woke up, checked my phone: 6:36 AM. I began to weep,
My face is pale, I'm breaking out, my cheeks... so wet.
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Elandria
An aspiring author and a semi-active poet, I often take the characters from my book(s) and take them to my poetry, though, more often than not, I will focus on other subjects and let my creativity flow where it wishes to go. Elandria, my username, is actually one of the characters from my book, though she is honestly everything I would want to be, if I could choose!
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