3 am
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3 AM
"Why? Why would you tear yourself in two?"
A brief pause,a sigh
"My life in in shambles. I try and try and try to pick up the pieces
I try to start over,forgive
I try to make something of myself
3 a.m. knocks and awakes my fear.
soft plush droplets
sparkle the stars,
gliding down
a glass cold water.
Quite stale from a few hours
sitting on the bedside.
