Late nights kill vibes

It's 12:16 a.m. on a Wednesday

I should try to get some sleep

but I know I won't catch very many Z's 

Every action ever done and word ever said

Constantly runs through my head

What would've happened if I had done this instead? 

I think to myself as I stare at the ceiling

Decisions, even spur of the moment

have their effects 

It's 12:23 and I'm tired of thinking

My eyes keep on blinking

Maybe, just maybe I'll go to bed.

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