its not like me to come up with or even believe in empty promises. I just need something, anything to get me by. To survive one single night. if it's like this every night. You'd think I'd kick the bucket already. But trust me, I know how my story ends. It's always just a matter of time before everything falls into place.
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Everything I didn't say
PoetryThings I wanted to say but never had a good chance to voice them.
