2 a.m.

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At 2 a.m. my thoughts jolt me awake,
This is turning into fucking mayhem,
In the silence, I start to weap,
For I'm at it again.

At 2 a.m. I am alone,
My former habit wants to resurface,
I might just give in,
Maybe this will finally be my end.

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