tumbleweed
Monday, June 13, 2016
eight
I'm scared to go to sleep at night,
Get a full eight hours,
Stare at the ceiling,
I don't want to let my thoughts get the best of me
This is where I want to be;
But my shaking voice doesn't sound convincing
Teach me to believe,
It gets harder and easier.
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