Sta.sh
It's late, and I'm sad.
My head is filled with a million thoughts, and my mind is racing so fast.
I want to sleep but that relief won't come to me so easy.
They say the nights are hard but joy comes in the morning, one can only hope.
I want to be told everything is going to be okay.
I'm tired.
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