2:02 a.m.
for once, she took note of the misery she set aside on multiple occasions
she could no longer race with the truths of her purpose and came to terms that she was feigning happiness and the façade she wore with shaking hands had been worn away by the mishaps of life
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
