Drinking and cuddles.. I think we are just lonely people.
But it happen. And I'll shrug it off.
I feel I should write more..
Maybe another time
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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- Dreaded To Do List
- Adverbs and spring break,
- Plushie promises and..
- Drinking games, hang overs..
- Mistah Jay,
- Sleepless nights, and love poems.
- Sleepless nights, scary dreams.
- My Friends
- Take my hand, let's explore.
- [She.]
- Say Something..
- Courier, and other forgotten drafts.
- Thoughts Jotted Down
- Long Nights, Soft Sighs
- I Swear This Time I Mean It
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