Buying presents with thoughts in my head
Why do I do this? What is this for?
Then I realize they just might be the last nice thing
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
last nice thing
Buying presents with thoughts in my head
Why do I do this? What is this for?
Then I realize they just might be the last nice thing