3 AM
In this bed,
my body sweats,
waking up with cold regrets,
thinking of when we met.
My sheets are torn
by my toss and turns,
trying to relax and remain calm,
but my mind is like an alarm
going off, refusing to stop
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
It's only three o'clock
I grunt and I scream,
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