Notes For Myself ;, Real me; Real story :)

When i was little, staying up until midnight was exciting.
It was a treat.

Now, midnight is just the beginning.
As the clock clicks to 2am, then 3am, then more,
And as the moon shines its solitude from a dark sky,
I know truly what it means to be alone.
And it’s not fun.
It’s not a treat to be up late anymore.
It’s not exciting.

It’s just cold and lonely, and the air feels heavy with all the things i wish i could say out loud.

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