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July 27, 2020

A Blanket, A Thought, A Poem

Sometimes I lie awake wondering about all the little things that make up love.

Sometimes I lie awake and plan how I’m going to conquer the world.

Other times I cry to release all the hurt.

Sometime I stare at a spot on the wall and contemplate all the things that went wrong.

Other times I breathe in the memories of moments when I felt most alive.

But sometimes I lie awake wrapped up in my blanket with no thought at all.

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