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three a.m.

It's 3am

 

I'm on the phone

No one's awake and I'm alone

 

It's 3am

 

The radio's on

Songs are played on lonely station

 

It's 3am

 

I'm in my bed

My eyes are open and sleep has fled

 

It's 3am

 

I'm on the balcony

The sky is dark and just quite scary

 

It's 3am

 

Some windows have lights

Could they also not sleep tonight

 

It's 3am

 

I'm still awake

When will life ever give me a break

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Written by
LManagram
22 / F
Published
Feb 15, 2018
Lines·Words
18·76
Notes

Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.

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#nights#insomnia#poetry#lonely#alone#empty
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