late and alone

It�s late
And I�m alone
On my dirty mattress I lay
My hand reaches out for her
But she isn�t there
I struggle to sleep
I constantly shift
And always look at the empty side
Of my mattress
She is not there
I look up at the collapsing ceiling
And pick at the paint chips
Of the wall
In this darkness
I am so alone.
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