At 4 am she lays in bed,
Listening to her favorite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving.
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally let's it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
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Poems, Quotes, etc.
PoetryThis is poems, quotes, etc. Some I wrote some I may not I will tell who wrote them if I know.
