Short little blurb that popped in my head at night. This was when...I thought I'd see someone again the next day, but then the morning of they texted me saying they couldn't go.
An unworthy restless night.
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And I sit here in darkness
Praying morning would sooner come
And he mocks me with time
Making each second slip by
Just to be rewound
Hearing the clock strike 12
Hearing it sound
And I ask again
“Oh God, please let morning come.”
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