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this piece was written after a bad breakup and has a really special significance to me

Late at night, I lie awake with my thoughts.

My deepest secrets active in my mind,

as my memories form twisted knots.

And there I see, they are not at all kind.

I lay motionless in my near slumber

as I think of all the wrong I have done.

With every mistake growing in number,

my sleepless thoughts then load my gilded gun.

The time I stole the cookies from the jars,

or when I ate dessert before dinner.

The time I told him I’d give him the stars

only to be left for someone quite thinner.

For it is the truth, that time heals the hurt,

I am still awake, lying in his shirt.