Wednesday June 26th 2024. It seems to be in the quiet hours, when the world lies still that I find myself adrift, against my will. Tired bones, a heavy heart that weighs, in the darkness lost within this maze. Sleep eludes, a phantom in the night, thoughts like whispers, keepign me from flight. Echoes of the day, regrests that sting, memories and worries on silent wings. My eyes are heavy, yet they find no rest, a ceaseless cylce, an uninvited guest. The clcok tick son, mocking my despair, as I like awake in Midnights snare. Oh, to vanics, to slip away unseen, to find a refuge in a peaceful dream. To escape this world, if only for a while, to breathe, to pause, to find a fleeting smile. In the stillness, I yearn for release, A moments, reprive, a taste of peace. But dawn willc ome, and I must face the day.... with tired eyes, and thoughts will not sway.

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