; 11:45 

every night at 11:45

I'm wide awake

and what was once joy and laughter

is replaced by tears and heartache

what once was me and you is now me and the shadows

and what little memories of you I can find

11:45 once brought me joy now I sit in the dark watching my life drag by

every night at 11:45.

M.A

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