My Pillow
If my pillow could talk, you would know all my secrets.
All the times I cried, yelled and screamed into it, to muffle my pain.
You'd see all the dreams I dreamt of you. All the pleasantly vivid and the heartbreaking nightmares.
You'd know how many times I woke up screaming from premonition like visions and salty waterfalls streaming down my face.
You'd know how I pray for you and your happiness, nightly.
If my pillow could talk, you'd know how deeply I truly love you.
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