dealt.
Stealing time. Always gambling. I used to wake up with wet eyes; remnants of nights and days spent in places I never wanted to leave. I took to insomnia to escape the dreams that reminded me of places I could never return to.
Now I sleep here.
When I can.
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* despairing but layered
thanks for the comment, Oliver! appreciate it.