Bella's p.o.v
I lay awake in the white noise,
a time period where everything
doesn't make sense anymore.
I can't pretend to be oblivious
and ignore the obvious. I
lay awake in the white noise,
a bittersweet symphony.

Bella's p.o.v
I lay awake in the white noise,
a time period where everything
doesn't make sense anymore.
I can't pretend to be oblivious
and ignore the obvious. I
lay awake in the white noise,
a bittersweet symphony.
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