Sleep, or Lack Thereof
Sleep.
It eludes me tonight.
Again my thoughts drift to her.
She tore my heart out.
Still I miss her lovely face.
Depart I must from that train of thought.
Pain is all it brings.
Forget my first love I know not how.
Yet I must or my soul will break.
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