I like writing at night

  When everything is louder

  The sound of pipes in the walls

  The streetlights out of the window

  The silence, pressing against your ears

  Silence that spurs on ideas

  Because everything I try to write sounds forced

  So I let sleep deprivation control my fingers

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  Nighttime makes me think

  About rainbows and dinosaurs and mirrors

  About the 7,404,976,783 people on this earth

  And how hard it is to be special

  And how good it feels to be happy

  But how much easier it is to write sad

  And making sure I seem like a rebel

  Whenever I feel like the world hates me

  Whenever I suddenly realize I can’t please everyone

  Or maybe, not anyone

  I used to think I wanted to die

  But because of you I might change my mind

  My first drafts always suck

  Because I try too hard

  But when I erase it all

  Start over

  Stop thinking

  Everything comes together