My mind is a weird place at night.
Especially when I can't sleep.
It's a dangerous place.
Full of scenarios that will never happen.
Which, just end with me sad.
Because they were nice. Because they are fiction.
Because I want them to be real.
It'd be best if I stopped myself.
But I can't. I am weak.
And deep down, I don't want to.
I'm going to hold out.
For something...
... something real.
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