It's always this time of night,
When the stars shine bright,
Like the lights are on in my head,
Drawing attention to everyday dread,
The irrational mind,
Remaining forever unkind,
Overpowering with contempt,
Logical perception powerfully bent,
Slowly exhausting as I wait,
To fall asleep in my own self hate.
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