It is 4 AM and I am writing. My head is cloudy and I should be asleep. I don't know why, but I am writing. I just keep writing. Are these words that i type out good enough for this cruel world? Why do i even care if they are or aren't? Silly things like this shouldn't matter to me. Then why do they?
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Random letters I wrote. Others were inspired from the people who were close to me and the people I've observed throughout my life.
Some of it are poems for them and thoughts of mine.
I'm apologizing early.
Feels trip is a warning~