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Rated: · Poetry · Emotional · #1208297

something I wrote at two in the morning with my mind on someone else

Tell me how I am to sleep when this drug called thought keeps me awake.
I toss and turn from the regrrets of the day.
Who do you think you are any way with this powwer to make me hurt.
Who the hell are you that I can't seem to think of anyone else.
why do I regret not asking you this question,
I promised myself that I would not do this any more and each time I do it with out a second thought.
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