Insomnia the wicked witch deprived the comfort I sought to seek within the folds of my sheets. No matter how it seems I can never bury myself too deep with the man made comforts of the illusion I seek. My pillow hugs me and I reciprocate to it with my tears and warmth, it spoke of nothing, it is of no character and so my heart bleeds.
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bravo... bravoo!!!
uh...haha n_n||
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