Late nights always make me think.
Think about the past,
and what I miss the most.
They make me think about how empty I aM,
I'm almost like a ghost.
I have nothing left,
and it makes me cry.
Suddenly a river of tears
are pouring from my eyes.
An endless cycle,
one I hope to end.
But late nights return,
and the tears begin again.
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