Wet works midnight.

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Midnights nears
And a moon shines
its light
directly towards my pain
and so
Im unable to hide

My phone in hand
As if I'm holding on to hope
Awaiting your texts
Anticipating your call
As if to prove that I matter
To you

It won't happen
A thought that sounds like a whisper
To my heart
Pistol aimed at my head
Bullets made of disappointment
Penetrating through my smile
A smile that originally thought
Was Bullet proof

Today was difficult
And tonight is equally the same
As my body trembles
Under the weight of my own heartache
Midnight nears and I'm alone
With the moon
Regretting the day that allowed you
in

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