#74: Today I Write Something

She tosses and turns in frustration
Till she ran out of tears
Finally, sleep eludes her
You’ll be her first thought when she wakes up
She’ll damn herself again
A flood of memories comes alive,
As she took her last puff on her cigarette
While she was caught up in her memory of you
Who would have thought someone like you would leave her distraught and broken
So beautifully broken and tattered, she withers in her own way


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