I pull out my wallet. Only to be met with some pennies, a stick of gum and my ID. No cash, and no credit cards. I search through my pockets frantically looking for the little pieces of plastic that hold all my life savings. I dump out the contents of my pockets onto the bench next to me not finding what I need. I'm still way too drunk to even think of where I left them. I lay my back against the cold metal. Too exhausted to even think. I slowly drift off to sleep.
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3am
Short StoryShort story based off of the song 3am by Halsey. It's not a fanfic. It doesn't really have a plot. Idk where I'm going with this. I just felt the urge to write this.
