3:20 A.M. Thoughts

The silence in this house just heavy breathing coming from the ones who are asleep. I think over and over the things I’ve done and the things I plan to achieve. The hurt I caused and the hurt I received. Understanding why life is the way it is. And how hard things get when you don’t focus on yourself.  These thoughts occur everyday but hinder at times like this.  My 3:20 am thoughts become an accepting moment and a time for me to shed some of my tears that are needed to be flushed away.

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