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These Darkest Hours

Sometimes I don’t care anymore,

late nights alone,

wondering why I do anything.

These times are tough,

things are not getting easier,

my days are shorter now

and my nights are growing longer

especially without you.

I could cry myself to sleep,

each night alone in my bed,

but what would that do?

but stain my pillow.

I’m alone wanting to be with you,

have we met?

Tonight alone again,

I cannot pretend to understand

but even in these darkest hours

I keep going on…

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