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Like A Shark

It's 3 AM when it attacks,

Creeping in the dark,

Finding it's way back to me,

Like a shark.

I almost hear it laughing,

From far away,

As I prepare to deal with,

Whatever is coming my way.

It doesn't spare me,

From all the bits and pieces I hid,

It attacked when I couldn't call,

For help like a stupid.


I hope you're never alone at 3 AM when you need a shoulder to cry on, a pair of arms to hold you tight and someone to just listen and be there for you when everything seems to come crashing down. đź’–

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