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I can never sleep the night before something,
but tomorrow is just like any other day.
My hair curled up between my pillow and neck,
window blinds open, eyes closed.
Comfort is there in the smell of home,
tomorrow is just like any other day,
yet I cannot sleep.
The moon checks in to see if I am really asleep,
he finds peace within our dreaming minds
as we find peace within his glowing surface.
I pretend I am so he will pass on and gaze into the sky
quietly and peeks in on someone else.
Slowly my lids grow heavier than guilt,
just like any other day, tomorrow is almost
here
And
Now I am fast asleep.