Another morning after..

...a crazy night before.

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Who shut off the light?
fucking hell
I hate these glowing red numbers. Thirteen seventy-two. No, that can't be right. Three seventy-two, no. Ah, three twelve.  suppose that makes more sense. My three am lady has returned to me. I don't know why she wants to dance after midnight. I'm tired of walking these same steps night after night. It's just a tunnel with no end, there's no light. If there is then it's a goddamn train.


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