she'll make it out
but she's never the same
and she looks down at the scars that were made
but she holds her ground.
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2:02am thoughts
Poetry{sequel to 1:01am thoughts} it's an hour past 1:01am and her head is still clouded with thoughts the world is still falling apart at her feet and she still can't get over the boy she once called hers and the good life she once had. (some of these wo...
ninety-sixth thought.
she'll make it out
but she's never the same
and she looks down at the scars that were made
but she holds her ground.
