It’s the wee hours of the morning. I’ve been up for 24 hours. I’m exhausted. Why am I not sleeping? Am I punishing myself? Am I afraid of my dreams? Do I just love the silence of the night? I really don’t know.
It’s the wee hours of the morning. I’ve been up for 24 hours. I’m exhausted. Why am I not sleeping? Am I punishing myself? Am I afraid of my dreams? Do I just love the silence of the night? I really don’t know.
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