I sit here... my eye's puffy and heavy... I'm tired... I never stay up this late... it isn't me... it's almost mid night... I want go to sleep, but I need to let my music finish downloading...
Oh, how I miss my bed... it's calling my name... "Angel, Angel, Angel, I need you!" Oh wait... that's just my mind... it's playing silly games on me...
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
