And once again I find myself staring at my phone screen at 3am wondering why I keep throwing myself into these repeated patterns of self-destruction refusing to accept the love handed to me on a gold platter until after it's already spoiled
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Just the 3am rambling of a sad insomniac
Poetryjust different entry's of how I'm feeling, pointless, I know.
2:00am
And once again I find myself staring at my phone screen at 3am wondering why I keep throwing myself into these repeated patterns of self-destruction refusing to accept the love handed to me on a gold platter until after it's already spoiled