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2:55 a.m.,

Heart still racing,

Clinging to the sheets…

Doesn’t look like I’ll get much sleep tonight.

3:26 a.m.,

Hands trembling,

Memories dogging me…

Might as well get up and check my phone.

5:54 a.m.,

Still scrolling,

Too few miles between me and my destruction...

Is it any wonder I can hardly function?

Pain is too close for comfort,

The one thing I can’t put my finger on.

So few care what they take from you,

Leaving you in the dirt,

Trapped by the undertow. 

Someone’s bound to get hurt -

Don’t ask me how I know.

Googling my symptoms is my last refuge,

Fingers achy,

Eyes bloodshot,

But watch me -

I can sit here all day…

Anything to disavow the ugly light

I’ll no longer welcome inside,

The special one that stood by me burning bright 

Until it robbed me of my pride.