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I watch the clock tick-tock,
it's now 2 in the morning
and I've been crying a lot recently
I managed to sleep,
but my mind is entangled
with knots of questions
I wonder why things happen
the way they do.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
