I shook in the cold of my own tears.
Bit my lip and closed my eyes hoping to sleep.
But only flinched at the the thought of never waking up.
My sore body is the product of insomnia and the fetal position.
Sleep will come sooner or later.
If not tonight, i'll be gone soon anyway.
What the hell has gotten into me.

Anyway.

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Like the fate of night into day,
I've feared these moments.