What am i searching for?
Im so tired. I keep looking for the perfect in people,i make it funny because perfection does NOT exist.
I look for people that are the same as I, heartfelt and real. However, there is no one, i fear.
Im very emotional, im very tired.
Tired people go to sleep. Nobody sleeps with me. They are all awake. Making stupid mistakes.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
