bitter
cold
unable to sleep.
dark chapters in a book
i wish
i never wrote.
tossed
in the turmoil
of a worried sea.
long nights,
impossible
to find a dream.
they were interesting
nights though.
watching
me,
what i was going
through.
wanting to know how
the story would
end.
how at last
i'd be free.
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