bed hair and bad breath
I lay in my bed, not wanting to get out of its warmth. I look at my clock, it reads 3:16pm, and I still have no urge to move.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
