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[sarvesh619]

There’s something about staying up late that feels honest. Like during the day you’re performing—replying, smiling, existing on cue.

But at night? It’s just you. No expectations. No noise.

You think about old conversations, people you almost became, futures that almost happened.

And somehow… it doesn’t feel sad. Just real. Like you’re meeting yourself without an audience.

[sarvesh619]

Some nights aren’t meant for sleep.They’re meant for remembering who you are when the world goes quiet.

[sarvesh619]

The world feels softer at 2 a.m. … like it’s finally speaking your language.🎧