Its 4am Pt 2 It's 4am and the clocks are leaning forward to accommodate the coming of summer. Cold air graces my skin, sending shivers from head to toe. I am enclosed by trees and fences so high not even I could pull down; much like the fences I put up to protect myself from the world. Lethargy and a whirlwind of emotional turmoil lay heavy on my chest. Metal paints the inside of my mouth - from the sleeping pill that failed to make me sleep for eternities. I think of the oncoming sunlight and the way it mixes with wintry weather. It is cold but beautiful as the sunlight casts shadows of light across the ground.
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