I was good enough to call, text all day and receive attention from all day. But not enough to be yours.
- Tell me how the fuck that works.
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late night cries
PoetryThe thoughts that have managed to spurge themselves on paper. Internal cries that never really feel are heard when said verbally.
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I was good enough to call, text all day and receive attention from all day. But not enough to be yours.
- Tell me how the fuck that works.
