It's late,
and she should be asleep.
Instead,
she sits alone and sees
the reason for her blues...
It's early,
she really needs to rest.
Instead
she sees, alone, the truth,
the reason for her hurt.
It's time...
she probably should rise.
instead,
she lies alone, heart sore...
the reason makes her hate.
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