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I Would Rather be Sleeping

She’s gone.
It still hurts, years later.
I still miss her.
No amount of time
Could make that a lie.

I’m trying to find
Other thoughts in my mind,
But they just aren’t there.
It isn’t that I don’t care
About anyone else.
There isn’t a way
To be able to say
I don’t need you
And it instantly be true.
If only there were.

Oh the thoughts I have
These sleepless nights.
I can’t call them bad,
Just here at the wrong time.
I would much rather be sleeping.

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