... {"january 20th
most nights at 2 a.m
i wonder... where i'll be in
five,
ten,
fifteen years
other nights at 2 a.m
i wonder... if i'll make it that far"}
-n.r.g
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
