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Number 7

Its three AM and I can't sleep,
My feet ache and I think I have a cavity,
My callused hands going through great lengths not to remain parallel, old habits die hard I guess, but I know I'm blessed, I know I can reach out and take anything that I wish, but I don't want to steal your heart, I won't wear that mask, I'd rather ask for it nicely, but you've gone away, I carved a notch in my wall for every day you've been missing , i'm going through motions, blurry eyed with messed up hair, did you forget that I'm here, biding my time, claiming indifference, I'll brake this bottle on the rocks, imagine that this ship has sailed, take the long way home and realize that I still care.

I've spent plenty of nights lying in bed, my eyes plastered to the ceiling, rooming with thoughts and memories, in my head they're spinning,  most nights the solitude is better company than this, those summer nights will be sorely missed.
Written by thealbinorhino (James Dante)
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