and the moon is high,
which means I've stayed up too late,
and my paper still isn't written,
and I'm listening to good music,
which I used to think was terrible music,
and it's cathartic,
which means I have a heavy heart,
and I can't stop thinking about it,
which means I don't know what's wrong,
and I feel too much,
but that's how I was made.
And, at 1 a.m., that's okay, too.
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