

RomanceComfy, ripped, baggy T-shirt and boxersRomance
Twisted, and tangled up in sweaty sheets
Tear streaked pillows covered in snarled hair
Soaked to the skin in a cold, sweaty fear
Sad thoughts churning the waters of her mind
Manifested shadows on her wall weep
Nothing stands untouched by the wave of tears
She has neither guide, nor compass to show
Her to the golden beach of quiet sleep
An electric nightlight guards her nightmares
It’s not a demon who stalks her mind
Only a memory that doesn’t exist
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Together we Stand; Divided we Fall.
--Hey You, Pink Floyd
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lifestyles of the broke and famous
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"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." -Franklin D. Rosevelt
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