My nights. Ah, I wouldn't trade my nights for anything. My whole life, I have found it hard to get to sleep and hard to get up. It's not that I'm not a morning person; once I'm up I can be happy and active. I am definitely a night person though.

My brain wakes up at night.

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I believe that life is an experiment.

Where the road branches
I stand, frozen by choices.
One step will decide.

Left or right, which leads
to the future imagined
by my dreaming self.

Only looking back
Can we ever see the way
that led us here, now.

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