There’s something about the nightlight
It’s blue
Blue ish
I see the reflection of my leg
On my somewhat comfortable bed
No bed frame
I can stay here
In my own mind
For once
For twice
It’s peaceful
It’s just me
Quietly being happy
Family happily being happy
On another floor
I’m here
I’m ok
Even if I’m not
I can still stand here peaceful
Atleast I’ve got my thoughts
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