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3 am RAPID BEATS

what runs through your mind
when it’s 3 am
and you can’t sleep
who are you
when you’re all by yourself
and your thoughts continue to run wild

will it help if I tell you
that we have demons
meant to drive us crazy
that eat us from inside
and maybe that’s why
the pain we feel
is always from within,
never on the outside

so it’s okay
if you’re scared
or unsure if a tomorrow is going to rise
it’s okay to be vulnerable
to mourn the loss
of every piece, you’re losing
we’re all a little raw
and exposed
and scarred
we’re all searching for our healing

so tonight at 3 am
when you’re trying to figure yourself out
ask your demons
to take away everything that
brought them to you in the first place
and then
you breathe
and start again.

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