something and.. #48

It’s past midnight.

I’m writing to try to not think about Something.

But I want to tell you about Something.

Something dominates me.

Something shouldn’t matter.

But Something does.

It comes with me everywhere.

It waits inside tumours and lives inside raindrops.

It’s the crash that keeps me awake.

It watches over me.

It places these words next to each other.

I am Something.

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