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  • Here comes a poem about life, and what I think about when I lay awake in my bed at night...

    Almost every night,
    Almost every time I try to go to sleep,
    I lie awake.

    I lie awake thinking,
    Thinking about what life could be,
    If there wasn't all of this drama,
    If all that mattered was you and me.

    I lie awake fantasizing,
    That I didn't have so many different stories being flung at me,
    I dream that I wouldn't have to pick one to believe,
    And risk losing friends.

    I lie awake believing,
    Believing that there is hope.
    Hope for a relationship,
    To fill that empty hole in my heart.

    I lie awake fearful,
    That you want nothing to do with me.
    I would not blame you one bit,
    But I beg that you do not.

    I lie awake.
    With anticipation,
    Of a brighter day tomorrow.
    Maybe we can be together,
    I would cherish nothing more.
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