The Morbid Hour

The Morbid Hour

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"I hate the nights where I feel so hollow inside I feel so damn empty and out of place I hate the nights where my mind wanders to the unknown, and all I return with is sadness I hate counting the tears that run down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow I hate that the only thing I have at night to comfort me is my loneliness and the only thing I feel surrounding me is darkness I hate it all."
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"Go to sleep already. Good night, I love you," my mom said while closing the door of my room. Damn. It's one of those nights again, huh. Tch. I twisted an turned on my bed. Can't seem to find a good spot again. *sigh* I gave up and just stared at the ceiling. I got my cellphone from under my pillow and scrolled through instagram and hoped that it would make me somewhat sleepier. Blah blah blah this. Blah blah blah that. Damn, can't get sleep whatsoever. I don't want to do this but this leaves me no choice. "(Hey B, are you there?)" I spoke inside my mind. "(About damn time you gave up~ haha~ can't sleep, princess?)" the voice replied back. Damn, I'm trap again.

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