Four O'clock in the Morning
Someone should have told me
it would be okay to be still.
That's what I needed.
To be still for as long as it took.
And maybe it wouldn't be the way it is now.
Instead it was -
"What are you going to do with yourself
and your life now?"
And when?
So what did I do?
I got up and ran like hell.
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