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12 A.M.


Most nights sleep evades me,

While my brain tries to rest my mind goes wild,

Running through thousands of acres in the fields of negativity,

Maybe if I get some sleep tomorrow will be better,

But counter-intuition leaves me knowing tomorrow will never be better,

Tomorrow I will be stuck feeling lesser and lesser,

Trying my best to keep going,

I write down my thoughts and use my notepad as a confessor,

If nights are going to be like this for the remainder of this miserable life,

Why live?

That's right, I am not necessarily living, rather existing.

I pray for my own lack of reminiscence

If only memory could fade away as fast as my hope does,

Maybe then could I retain my adolescent minds innocence.

Until then I wait, 

Until the day I may be able to say I am truly happy