3:30

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It’s 3:30 in the morning, and you’re still on my mind.


Between this little light and all the noise at night, what little peace I’ve found is mine to treasure.

You were in my dreams again, and I don’t know why.

I wish you well, but I must lay your name to rest.

We are who we are, not who we once were, I know that now.

This is what it means to feel in a world where nothing stays the same.

It’s 3:30 in the morning, and we’ll never be the same again.

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One thought on “3:30

  1. Well crafted and affecting, as your work always is! Good job!

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