Damn the time.
2:34 am.
Fucking
half past three
In the morning.
It's not like
I want to be
Awake right now,
I'd love to sleep.
School is in about
Five and a half hours.
I have to get up in
Three and a half.
Why can't I sleep?
[Me every day right now]
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My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
