insomnia.
«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
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think of me
i love you , i hope nothing will change if you ever find this. i love you and i shouldn't. i love you and i don't know how to tell you. but if you read this, please think of me..
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the smell of gasoline and roses.
basically poetry of mine,, wow, how fucking interesting. it is really just to get me started on the whole writing thing, not a big deal. hope you enjoy!
