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sab
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what is it about 3am
that calls mr from sleep
to witness?
what is it about 3am
that it wants me there?
what is it
about the hours
between 2 and 4
that calls me back and back
3am
has a siren_song
that i cannot escape
lying in bed
watching the shadows of leaves cast by cars in the street
desperatly needing to know
why 3am wants me awake
so badly
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040829
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nebulous
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the horror of it all
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sab
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i have yet to find the horror in 3am
i have yet to find the music in 3am
i have yet to find the interest in 3am
i have yet to find
anything
there
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laced
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the silence of everything, the noise of everything, feeling the lonliness of everthing, feeling you.
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hsg
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wide_awake_at_3_a_m good book.
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090412
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In_Bloom
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It's a combination of night's restlessness in the relief and confirmation of a new day.
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unhinged
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i woke up at 3am last night because i was having a nightmare. i can't remember about what now because when i woke up, i made myself wake up fully to chase it away. sometimes when i dream and wake up, if i don't listen to my heartbeat and slow it down from the racing of the darkness in my head, when i fall asleep i plunge right back in where i left off.
i think something was chasing me. something dark and nebulous that wanted to eat me and my friends. i woke up because my heart and breath were shallowed and quickened by it. i had other dreams, not so scary, last night that i don't remember. maybe they were about things i'd rather forget.
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Ouroboros
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He says magic hour happens between 4-7am,
so to wake up at 3, take a cold shower, stretch into the body glove, chant, meditate.
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lateforeverything
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3 a.m. is overrated.
4:19 a.m. is where it's at.
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090416
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spoken
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alone with my own thoughts quiet
sleep nibbling at the edges of my
recent ponderings
swirling peaceful thought patterns strewn across the walls
casting shadows and skipping softly swaying rythme lulls but does not entice my mind to slumber
mearly calms my thoughts to tranquility
memories replay new wishes and dreams develop 3 am my time to sink into self and endulge me
responsibility and hardship soaked away and slipped down the drain with my bubbly bath water
mind opens to a new morning and refreshed
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jane
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hands_touching_hands
i_know we should sleep
but we can't stop
trying to put ourselves
back together.
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Ouroboros
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The only time that it's ever close to deep quiet here
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