The blue
Caffeine-taurine
Goodness isn't
Really good at all.
I'm pulling an
All-nighter (again).
I would totally
Go to sleep...
If I could.
Questions running through my brain.
If someone is
Dry-heaving in a
Bathroom, am I
Morally obligated
To make sure
That they are ok?
If someone else
Is passed out in the corner
Of a hallway, am I
Morally obligated
To take them to a bed,
No matter how fucking
Insane they make me?
Am I?
Because, in
The middle of the night,
Just like at the end of the day,
I really don't feel anything
About it. That's not
To say that I don't care.
I do.
I really do.
I'm thinking about it.
Aren't I?
I am painfully empathetic
And am doing the things
I would want people to do
For me if I were
In that state.
Also.
I live with these people.
I should probably make sure that they are
Ok, right?
That's what a good suite-mate would do.
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