ended tomorrow
tasks to follow
here's for sorrows
crying in mourning
that's high school
he's coming to me
for a long run
he's trying to be cool
my friends are laughing
gazing at me
i felt blushed
i feel embarrassed
that's high school
full of awkwardness
and some ridiculousness
and some ridiculousness
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sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
