Last few days, I laid in bed at 1 am.
I finally managed to sleep sometime between 4 am-5 am and woke up at 6 am - 7 am for the 8 am class.
The worst thing is, it's not from lack of trying to sleep.
I keep replaying the worst-case-scenario at night.
I'm so close to it, yet so far.
I need your hidayah, Ya Rabb. I need that quiet spirit that used to help me stride. I need that ability to smile at anything.
I miss the me who used to say, "Try me".
I miss the old me.
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