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it is eleven p.m and I am alone, I have drank all the wine, I have sat in my bed all night - maybe I was waiting for something, but it isn’t here, it is just me.

it is eleven p.m and I am alone, I have drank all the wine, I have sat in my bed all night - maybe I was waiting for something, but it isn’t here, it is just me.