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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