Tossing on bed,
Mind running wild,
Can't seem to get straight,
From the over worked brain.
Stare out through the window,
Stare up to the ceiling,
Closes eyes for a few seconds,
Tossing on bed again.
If things were simple,
Straight forward,
Doesn't that make like easier?
Or does life still exist?
Tossing on bed,
God please remove the bothering thought.
Love, your daughter.
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