Summer Raindrops from the Shower

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Strolling down the memory lane, my mind was devoted to aimlessly wander before bedtime, and it was the periodicity of my relationship with ‘xanax’. It was tremendous experiences during that hour in your bedroom where your brain refused to sleep but demands to be irritatingly-genius; the instance where your mind splashed abundant of solicitous moments and imaginative ideas at 2 AM.

Momentarily, things changed presently. Despite my lack of sleep, I could easily doze off (without any pills) at any unspecified moment, but in most cases, during late hours.

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