outside the sky dawns bright and sunny
it would have been a beautiful morning
if not for the vicious tug-of-war within
dark eyebags line her eyes now
as sleep deserted her chaotic mind
she gives up willing it to come
lying still on her little bed
she stares at the empty ceiling in the darkness
drinking in the sounds of the night
lost in her own little world
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