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I really hate these early hours after a long and sleepless night, and your thoughts drift to where they shouldn't, and you become so desperate for some noise, anything that might serve as a distraction, that a ball of anxiety starts to form in your chest and your throat hurts from all the things you want to be saying except that there's no one to say them to.
Which is why I guess I am here.
Which is why I guess I am here.