SLEEPLESS NIGHT A sleepless night has visited again: my thoughts like bees in hive abbuzzing and once forgotten unrelenting pain from my subconscience sharply rising. A memory of unforgiven words, a desperation of rejected feeling, a devastation of collided worlds and life with no joy or meaning. -A. (June 2019) ... The photo and the poem are mine. ... The music belongs to the respective copyright holders. No copyright infringement is intended. ... #lorde #thehungergames #AriesEdition
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