I need a coffee.
A strong coffee.
I need to drink away the dull ache that is "no sleep".
Maybe then I can paint on that fake face I usually do.
Maybe then I can pretend a bit better.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
