[i]t's 4am and i can't sleep

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United States of America

NXX XXXX

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There’s a song. I don’t know what it’s called. But I remember the lyrics. 

It’s 4am and I can’t sleep

Her love is all that I can see

Memories made in the coldest winter

Goodbye my friend will I love again

I can’t sleep. It’s 4am. 

But I can’t see anything. Not physically. My lamp is on and bright white. But metaphorically. I can’t see.

It’s like I’m blind. I don’t know what’s waiting for me. That scares me. It terrifies  me. Where will a person like me go? Where do I have to go? What kind of future am I going to have? 

I wanted to be a “Lucy.” But…can I become one?

The night is so lonely.

 I want to be with the moon. 

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