Some people are like water; you need them desperately but no matter how tightly you hold on to them, they still escape between your fingers.
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Late Night Thoughts of a Somewhat Depressed Insomniac
PoetryAs the night falls Inside these four walls I lie awake in my bed With the thoughts inside my head Keeping me awake
9:55 pm
Some people are like water; you need them desperately but no matter how tightly you hold on to them, they still escape between your fingers.
