Beings
We as humans,
Are incredible creatures. Some of us are night owls, completely nocturnal.
What keeps us up? What keeps us awake? Drugs? Failures? Anticipating our next mistake? Or maybe it's the anxiety about the day to come, the people, the problems, the days blur to one. Or maybe it's always feeling like everyone's someone? But when you need it most, you actually have no one.
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