2 in the morning

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Two in the Morning
The hour sleep becomes an impossible goal
The hour our racing minds torture with negative thoughts
The hour when snores mock us
The hour our bodies reach exhaustion yet our hearts long to run marathons
The hour sounds of our persistent heart beats drown out eerie silence
The hour our eyes, open or closed, experience total darkness
The hour only the brave dare to look at the clock
The hour panic seeped from my mind
The anxious hour accompanied by dry mouth
The hour of everlasting restlessness





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