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This Is Me.
This is me,
 ten twenty four P.M.
 On monday, march the seventh
 two thousand and 
 eleven. 
 I am alone, in more ways than one.
 Night has come, and has brought along her friend drowsiness with his friends blankets and toothbrushes and pillows. 
 It is dark,
 and he is gone. 
 
 The moon shines through my window
 enough to keep my mind alert 
 and eyes peeled
 for a sign, a chance, 
 that maybe, 
 if I hope and
 wish and 
 pray hard enough
 I can let go
 just as easily as he did.

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