It's like I'm living in the shadow of who I'm suppose to be
And I tried to get better
but everytime I try I just fell back into a hole
Words don't came from my mouth even when I try to scream
But somehow the quietness is deafing me
Nothing good is happening at 3 am
When my thoughts scream in the empty room
I guess the only one who always listen is the moon
And I guess that she'll leave me in the morning too
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insomnia
Poesia𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 .𝚊𝚖 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 this book can contain words that can trigger some people. if you even need someone to talk to, i am here!
