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4 am


She laid in her bed thinking back of what she said , did or didn't she was thinking of nearly everything , this is what went through her mind at midnight
The room was dark , the only source of light was the street lamps seeping in through the window .
She lays in bed pleading her self to fall asleep .
The world was sleeping and she was free

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