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It's 11:30 pm.
Sleep is still an ongoing battle with my body and mind.
The creaking floors of my upstairs neighbor reminds me I'm still very much alone.
Yet the feeling of emptiness does not scare me anymore.
It fills my veins with an clear understanding that this is the way it is.
Now that I understand I can begin to fade away.
I can drift from my pain and hope to land on the person I've always tried to reach.
