As I lay here awake. Until to meet my maker. Perhaps in a state. In which I am not worthy. I offer forgiveness and humbleness. But perhaps I am not worthy. Rest evades me. As my eyes become hollow. Knowing full well what comes tomorrow. It's almost as if I cross the barrier into an unknown realm. Marred by insomnia. As I lay here aware. Are you able to relate.
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