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Nov 2012
It's 2 AM, yet I am awake
body dormant, but brain running wild
What I think of now won't matter tomorrow
a jumbled mess of insanity compiled

My mind keeps running, faster, faster
I can't even follow my own train of thought
Every second is like a new chapter
A new one begins as the last is forgot

Deeper thoughts are protruding surface
Predators of the night, they refuse to be silenced
Regrets and hardships thrown into a furnace
Crafting a weapon, a mind of defiance

I finally believe I may drift off to sleep
Yet floodgates have broken, a wave of mistakes
I let out a sigh, a breath of defeat
It's 2 AM, yet I am awake
Mike Taylor
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Mike Taylor  Ohio
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