I run.
It's 10:30 at night and I can't stop.
Thoughts of everything I left have all tumbled back into my mind.
This city. Its lights. It's beautiful at night.
Running is the only way to enjoy its calmness.
Coming home is like coming to see you, in a way.
The computer brings your name to the tips of my lips.
I want to scream you out of me but I can
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