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3 a.m., the time where the sky would be fully awake but everyone else would be in a deep slumber.

I went up to the roof to take a break from all the torture that reality has given me.

Looking up at the stars and constellations, I took a deep breath and laid my back on the uneven rooftop, admiring the night sky.

It's not often you would see the sky screaming beauty. It's is very difficult finding something as beautiful as the 3 a.m. night sky.

One of the things that I most often do is talk back to my friend
"The moon".

They never respond to anything but they would always comprehend whatever you are going through.

Paper and The moon are the only two who would listen to your worries. When you talk to people they would act like they would help you. But the truth is most people are fake.

They wouldn't really care about what you're feeling.

I then look to my left, I felt someone's presence nearing me. Across from my building that wasn't too far, a boy sat there also admiring the peaceful atmosphere.

I never seem to look away.

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