Category : Poems
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The night always comes
With a new heartache.
You can fall asleep.
I'm still tired.
Oh, I'm still trying to follow you,
But I'm falling...
I talk to my pillow and wait for an answer,
Loneliness is a disease that grinds
Your youth and makes you feel worthless.
Even the stars do not want to multiply
This light that comes from the outside.