Too Late
I stay up late at night just to be there, there if you write. Because I can’t be the reason you’re not breathing. What if I’m already asleep and I can’t answer? What if it’s too late when I see it? What if I write and you’re not answering? Am I too late? What if I’m too late? What if you already stopped breathing?
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