This little poem came to mind last night.
It's easy to ignore, to give up, to feel alone.
It's hard to try, to love, to let go, to let you in.
A site with the aspiration of getting the following defintion into the urban dictionary, "insomnia brought on by ceaseless thoughts as one's tired body over heats". Emily tossed and turned all night in her midnight inferno.
Fueled by a mid-twenties guy sharing his egotistical storyline and atrocious typing.
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