It is now past midnight
Yet another night where I should be asleep
And here I am, writing, thinking

It's been three minutes
Now four
I have written nothing of substance
I want to write, but what of?
About who I think I'm falling for?
About who I have a crush on?
About my past?
About my present?
Future?
Maybe I just need to write
And get all my nothing out

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