Thoughts
Thoughts never stop
Like flowers in a garland,
Or thorns in a crown
They just go on
Pleasing and hurting
An endless cycle.
Sleep is so blissful,
Like a ceasefire in war,
Or a gunshot in the alley,
Soothing and scaring,
An escape from reality.
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