Some nights,

I lay awake,

Thinking about how much

I hate my life.


Other nights,

I lay awake,

Unable to control how happy I am,

Smiling like a fool.


A few nights,

I sit there,

Void of emotion,

Unable to cry.


But there is never a time

When you don’t cross my mind.

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