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Late Nights
The rising chill of the morning,
I feel cold sunlight shining through my window.
I stumble in the still too dark hallway,
Crashing noisily into the bathroom.
I flick the light switch on,
And a sickly yellow fluorescent light fills the room.
I look in the mirror,
My eyes are dark and deep.
The worst part of late nights,
Are early mornings.
I feel cold sunlight shining through my window.
I stumble in the still too dark hallway,
Crashing noisily into the bathroom.
I flick the light switch on,
And a sickly yellow fluorescent light fills the room.
I look in the mirror,
My eyes are dark and deep.
The worst part of late nights,
Are early mornings.
Published 7th Jun 2024
Author's Note
When you have insomnia, so you stay up all night and you’re forced to go about the day like normal, repeat it 2-4 times and watch your eyes sink deeper and deeper into your head. (Featuring my actual eyes lmao)
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