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Apr 2014
I wish you knew the 2 AM me.

The 2 AM me isn't afraid to speak her mind,
she doesn't hide behind sighs and eye rolls.
Her deepest fear?
Sure, here it is on a timeline.

The 2 AM me is an open book,
she'll tell you whatever you want to know.
Her darkest secret?
Sure, here it is in full detail.

The 2 AM me isn't a coward,
she doesn't wait for you to bring up tough subjects.
Her haunting thoughts?
Sure, here they are on display.

The 2 AM me is full of love,
she'll keep telling you "I love you" until you grow sick of it.
Her translucent hopes?
Sure, here they are in moonlight.


...The 2 AM me isn't me at all.
She's someone else completely.
She waits patiently to be set free.
why, oh why, did I stop meditating?

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Leigh
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