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Some days there are no words but these:
Once upon a time
I need to sleep
Said the girl who made sleep
Her enemy

Maybe it was the whiskey
Or the screentime

Maybe it was the history
All those boxes still unchecked

Maybe it was the miles
That I didn’t run

Sometimes it’s just the thoughts
Running miles and miles

Think of that blue sky

Think of this as a lullaby

May the novels your dreams write
Be gentle with your heart tonight

With Love,
Natalie