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Nights Alone

Nights are the hardest.
Sleep is out the window.
When I am truely alone,
My mind wanders
To what I used to have.
It pains me to feel
That I lost everything
In the blink of an eye
And i took it all for granted.
That blank space
Is still unfilled.
When I try to sleep,
It eats away at me
And keeps my eyes
Open and tearful.

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