you are an artist, and your mind don't think the way you want it to
someday you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
and you'll be thinking
how did i get here?
where the hell am i?
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Late Night Thoughts
late night thoughts.
rants.
poems.
writings.
the things inside my head that i just can't keep there.
I don't...