Me in a third of the night

I woke up and found myself sitting in front of a mirror.
oh no, it’s me.

For the past few days I’ve been awake in a third of the night. Again an again I think of someone I’ve never even met.
and then I cry.

I don’t know why his existence makes me feel a little more meaningful. I try not to think about it but every night his image always appears somehow woke me up from a dream or maybe keep me from sleeping.

hahaha its okay, forget it.

Its just a little story.

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