I always wonder why I'm most awake at night,
Why I can't focus when my room is tight,
I need to be comfortable every time,
What a spoiled brat can be I?
I always want a pen and a paper by my side,
Even though it's useless, maybe I might,
Children playing with their kites,
And this nonsense, it's not right.
Can't take this anymore,
Can't take this pain anymore,
Nonetheless of my heartache,
I can always bring a cake.
After all my rants and this stupid mind,
I don't know what to say, never mind.
Now I put my sticky note out,
And cut my throat out.
- AE
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Endless Thoughts
RandomA compilation of short stories and inspirational thoughts. This book has none, it doesn't have permanent characters and stories. This book only contains contents about what's on my mind. What's happening on my empty brain but I hope you'll enjoy rea...
