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You go to sleep at night thinking, "Sleep cures everything, tomorrow I'll wake up and feel okay...", and you close your eyes and the deafening silence of the night chimes on like a dull lullaby and you drift off to a fitful sleep. The next day you open your eyes and nothing is better, it's like a nightmare with no end and you carry on, puffy eyed, wondering when it'll finally stop. But it doesn't get better does it? You wake up still sore and broken hearted about feeling the way you do, and nothing feels worse than having that hollow depth inside, resonating how alone you really are. 

End.