Dearest J,
It's OK, I get it it's 3 in the morning and the thoughts are racing round and round and you can't sleep and the more you try the more the thoughts crash into one another, get up. Go to the window and open it, feel the cool breeze on your bare skin and look up into the stars and whisper all your insecurities at them, let them share the burden. All the billions of stars can take the weight from you. Go downstairs and make some tea nad think back to happier times. Times when we were not apart. Now, let sleep wash over you....
Tx
Posted By: Tombs, Jun 6, 15:07:28
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