... Morning.
Morning, Atlanta.
In the end, I still can't sleep.
I thought that I might be able to sleep again, but...
That's why—
a lot of things happened and they soothed my anxiety that had made me unable to sleep.
For that reason, ever since I came here,
And because I dream about what happened in the past...
It's dark. I can't see a thing.
I hated nighttime.
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