The ticking of the clock,
Pierce through my sleep.
My prone mind slips,
Into the routine obsessions and
I restlessly open and close my eyes.
Breaking the tenacity of my will
My thoughts capture me,
Torture me to bleed words.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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