At 4 am she lays in bed
Listening to her favorite band
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4 am she thinks of all those who left
She blames herself for them leaving
Suddenly she starts crying
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
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Master pretender
PoetrySometimes things have to go very wrong before they can go right. Highest rank: 1 // Poetry © Copyright. All rights reserved by kiddingafi
