10 at night

It is 10:18 at night

I think I remember what it was like

Sometimes when it's late and I'm alone

I remember what it was like

Not the actual feelings, I can never go back to that state

But I get a metallic taste on my tongue

The taste from where the bobby pin used to sit

You see, I used to be sad

I'm not sad anymore

I'm alive

I feel emotions rushing through my body now, not just my head

I see colors other than the blue of the sad and the pink of the skin

I listen to happier music

I laugh harder

I feel lighter

I forget completely what it was like

Save for nights when I am all alone

It is 10:24 at night

I think I remember what it was like

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