"It's 2.am.
I am on the edge of crying. Again.
Sometimes I manage to fight off the tears.
But not tonight.
Tonight I know they will appear. Unwelcomed. Torturing me.
Like a sharp blade, cutting deep into my vains.
2 a.m is long gone.
And I'm still crying."
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When I Met Myself For The First Time
Poetry"I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?" - Robert Ludlum
