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at 3am i awake.
my hands shake,

and my fears take over.
im terrified of my thoughts

and the amount of pain
its brought.

crying and heaving
my demons are weaving,

their claws around the bane of
my chest.

my skin scorches where your hands had rest.

im begging
im pleading

your words are misleading
constantly defeating.

repeating all the lies you spoke
and for this reason at 3am i awoke.

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