Late Night Scribbles

Late Night Scribbles

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Poetry
Every night I sit down in my really comfy chair with a cup of tea and my writing notebook and just write about whatever pops into my head. This is a collection of some of those scribbles.
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Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

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