Drop drop.
I see all redDrop drop.
Why am i so calm.Drop drop.
He holds my handDrop drop
I think something hurts
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Dear NoOne
PoetryI am scared of the nights And the loud silence that elongates my room I am scared of the 3am's and the 5am's I am scared For that's when my own thoughts begins to haunt me. (A collection of my thoughts)
Uncertainty!
Drop drop.
I see all redDrop drop.
Why am i so calm.Drop drop.
He holds my handDrop drop
I think something hurts