Midnight Clearness
Sometimes,
letting go seems necessary,
like I have no other choice
but to let my fears and problems-
swallow me whole.
Sometimes,
I'd look in the mirror
and study myself hard,
asking painful questions
I'd later regret.
Sometimes,
midnight would call me
to simply stay awake,
and make me remember
that it's never too late.
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