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It's late.
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February 20, 2012, 02:39:am
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It's late.
The night is consuming my brain.
I know I need to sleep. I need rest.
Why can't I feel good at night?
Why do the problems visit me now, when I'm alone.
"Take your pills, you'll be fine."
Pills can't fix a broken heart, they only numb the pain.
Anti-depressants and sleep aids.
Because of her.
Because I love.
I care.
She does too.
She won't admit it.
She pushes.
I die each time, a little more.
I need something new.
A change.
I'm leaving.
Maybe she'll miss me when I'm gone.
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