Bed

Tonight, as I creep under the covers I can’t wait to turn out the light… no longer to hide from the world, but because the vice on my head has taken a cruel and unfair grip.

There is no point in fighting… there is no point in feeling tense.

There is no point in overthinking the cause, for the first time in a long time, I don’t think there Is one. I just need to be in bed, peaceful.

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