The world is quiet but 
Not my mind
It races with
questions? 
concerns? 
Too late. Moving on…
It has to be at this hour
That I won that one argument
From when? Right.
Three years ago.
Exactly! Exactly.
And then the next morning
I wonder
Why I'm so tired.                
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