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I can't bring myself to give this a title

"I can't fuckin sleep."
"Me neither."

It's 2 AM. Again. It always is.
2.09 to be exact
the comfortable silence we always share
Is different. Both lighter and thicker.
We're both thinking of other people.
I'm thinking of the boy from the other 2 AM. You're thinking about the girl from the cards. From my cards.
But they aren't here now. I wish he was. You wish she was.
But there's just us.
Us and our cigarettes.
You and your Djarums, me and my Dunhills.

This is our friendship, I guess.
Smoking wordlessly in the dead of night
Halfheartedly watching Iron Man 3
While everyone else sleeps.

***

3.42 AM
"you asleep?"
"nah."
"same."

"sweet dreams."
"sweet dreams."
Written by BlackRose_Mira (trashcat)
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