Cinderella 

I am ugly after midnight. 

My hair, my face, and my thoughts become erratic and uneasy after midnight. 

Why am I awake when the better part of the world is dreaming dreams and sleeping easy? 

Why am I awake after midnight? 

Why can I hear the deafening rhythm of his breath after midnight? 

I’m alone after midnight. 

I question my very existence after midnight. 

I can feel every atom and molecule in my body after midnight. 

There is no solace after midnight. 

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