Vulnerability

Why is this hour of the day so intense? 
When did I get so vulnerable to feelings, love, emotions and pain? 

I used to be a practical person but here I am its 2:40 am and I can't stop being sad and can't stop thinking and writing. It's that time when my thinking and my writing speeds don't match. The mind thinks too fast and the hands are too weak to write such strong things on a piece of paper. What if someone gets to know about this vulnerability I 
possess? It already aches too hard, deep  inside I do feel I need to gather up and be able to keep up a smile even if it's fake. I feel like taking the longest drag of my cigarette and feel every drag as I let it out. Maybe, just maybe my thoughts might fade away in thin air with that smoke.

- Mr. Bing
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