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  • Writer's pictureDillan Taylor

Staying Up Till’ 4

Last night. Did it. Feel like death.

Went to see two friends I haven’t seen in a while. Talked and laughed for hours.

Wanted to leave and go to bed, but too good to see them.

Can’t live this way. Can’t do this all the time. But once in a while is worth it.

Today might suffer a bit, but there’s another memory in the jar.


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