It's late at night when you're tired and in a lot of pain, when red, yellow, and green all start to look the same.
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
Traffic light.
It's late at night when you're tired and in a lot of pain, when red, yellow, and green all start to look the same.
