Arguments with yourself
At this hour can never be won.
Sadly the feeling of unrest
Isn't so easy undone.
The bed feels uncomfortable
No matter how much I toss or turn. T
he night grows darker
Just like the feelings off doom.
The mind won't rest,
Going over things
That I need to let go and forget.
Need to forgive
The chest tight
As the birds sing,
Welcoming the sunlight.
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