I think I shall go to bed,
with the tears I've shed.
I think I shall go to bed,
repeating in my head,
everything of which you've said.
I think I shall go to bed,
with the sorrows I've been fed.
I think I shall go to bed,
gazing at my wrists which have bled.
I think I shall go to bed,
that's how my life will be led.
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A Glimpse Of Us
General Fiction38 year old Anne, lives in Morgana the town of sad people such as herself. Along side her three friends Matta, Danny and Debby. She often sees glimpses of who she was, who she loved and who she lost. That lead her more and more into the bottom-less...
