A Restless Mind
I cannot sleep when the tears never fell when they were meant too.
I cannot sleep when someone I thought I knew never spoke another word to me.
I cannot sleep when all of the voices from past influences are telling me not to waste my potential, my talent.
I cannot sleep.
Knowing i’ve been hurt.
Knowing i’ve hurt people.
Knowing time is passing while I rest my eyes.
Know...
Friday 6th October 2023 12:24 pm
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