trying to figure out what i wrote in those am thoughts when hatred was clouding my mind is like trying to decode a code you've never seen before, translate another language you've never learnt before.
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2:02am thoughts
Poetry{sequel to 1:01am thoughts} it's an hour past 1:01am and her head is still clouded with thoughts the world is still falling apart at her feet and she still can't get over the boy she once called hers and the good life she once had. (some of these wo...
