There’s something
strange, about the way people are after midnight
something so
fragile, thoughtful and truly awake.
Drunk,
Unconsciously alive
or just worn out
The night is a set free,
when the day traps us in;
the truth.
-Dark thoughts always win over me
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Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓
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