the nights are the hardest

[The nights are the hardest. Only because thoughts become silent except for that lone sensation of warmth and lack thereof, which is to say I sense my loneliness best. I told myself I’ll always be alone and after that I could not hope to hopelessly sleep, desperately clutching at nothing, not even sad enough for pity,  just tired of it all. I’ve ceased to be excited about things and it’s slowly smothering me.]

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