Spend all my time trying to read your eyes and all I get are silent lullabies. dm.
Anticipation of being tired is almost worse than being tired right now.
Technology creates drama.
Uheard and unseen, but still alive and well.
This pain grows underground and I'm just the flower blooming above.
Good thing I don't use my ring finger that often.
Looking forward to breakfast. Goodnight.
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