Endless hours, waiting, contemplating, and bebating.... within my spirit. Then, I hear it, as clear as a Sunday morning church bell, telling me to get up. Insomnia makes it a task to stay focused but that bang in my head taps lightly as reminder. -
Endless hours, waiting, contemplating, and bebating.... within my spirit. Then, I hear it, as clear as a Sunday morning church bell, telling me to get up. Insomnia makes it a task to stay focused but that bang in my head taps lightly as reminder.
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