Nights.
Some nights,
I lay awake,
Thinking about how much
I hate my life.
Other nights,
I lay awake,
Unable to control how happy I am,
Smiling like a fool.
A few nights,
I sit there,
Void of emotion,
Unable to cry.
But there is never a time
When you don’t cross my mind.
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