The rustling of self-doubt
The recurrent barking of thoughts
The mattress of hard feelings
The unanticipated scratching of memories
The honking on the highway of embarrassment
The clueless snoring of disappointments
The quilt of inexpiable mistakes
The perpetual gnawing of insomniac grief
The penumbral ceiling of responsibilities
The cushion of unfulfilled dreams
The distant fusillade of guilt
Nothing beats loneliness
Like a dreadful night.
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