My 3am call

My 3 am call is now a suffocation
Filled with anxiety whining and tears
As my head is filled with nostalgia clips
And the people in it changed.

Another day, another day to get past
To show you’re strong, to show nothing affects you
You brush off and face another day
And try to calm the voices in your head
Until they drown you, over and over again.

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