Is It Me?

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I sit for hours wide awake,
In the dead of night.
Always worries in my brain,
hoping you're alright.

Paranoia takes over my thoughts,
And my anxiety takes control.
It's almost like I'm a lifeless body,
Omly ideas, no soul.

I wonder what you're doing,
I wonder if you're okay,
I wonder if you were hurt,
I wonder if you are in pain.

Are you gone because you have to be?
Or are you gone because you're tired of me?
Is your service not good at all,
Or is it that hard to want to call.

Is a text too much to ask for?
Is typing not an option?
Is it me, or is it you,
Is it him, is it too?

I guess I'll never really know,
So I'll just sit here and think of you.

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