It's 1:30 am
And I really need you,
Because I'm sitting in my living room crying
But would I ever ask you to stay up a bit because I need you?
No.
Besides you'd just tell me it's okay, and go on to sleep
But you better believe I would do so for you,
Because I have

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Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
PoetryThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you