Feather soft

7 March 2015, Saturday.
12:28am.

I’m dreading to go to bed.
Because I know when I lay my head down,
Hug my pillow to my chest,
Silent tears would start to roll down my cheeks.
Absorbed by my pillow.
Till I lose consciousness.

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