Wednesday, June 7, 2023

3 am

It's 3 am
I am tired
Kinda?
I can't sleep
It feels like i dream about
My subconscious 
Every night

I don't want to dream...

I don't want to see paris
While the bombs are falling down...

I don't wanna see Samsun
While the city is burning...

I don't wanna see the sea
While i'm drowning in it...

I don't wanna suffer anymore
While I'm sleeping...

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