2 A.M

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It's two in the morning,

And I'm sitting here,

Thoughts in my head,

My stomach crunching up.

I hug myself, 

In the cold night air,

Lie back and stare,

No stars up there.

The darkness, the void,

fills me up,

as my dreams flash by,

shattering as they fly.

My breathing speeds up,

As I think about him,

My eyes rain acid,

And burn my skin.

I wish he was here,

Right next to me,

Not a million miles away,

In heavenly sleep.

As he sleeps forever,

I lie awake,

In his memories and smile,

His loving embrace.

But my head repeats,

Those same stupid dreams,

Without you, my dear,

I'll never sleep.

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