A twisted mixed bag of things copied, inspired and original. This is what happens when someone who doesn't really write tries writing. I'm writing this as a sort of note/diary/write up. It's a cauldron of my thoughts. Or at least my coherent ones. Stick around. You might just like it.
Friday, September 8, 2017
Nights With Nobody
A rainfall of respite Keeping me awake at night. A relief of cold shower Telling me it's not yet over. I reach out with uncertainty I'm here, and you found me.
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