its funny when you wager how you feel.
i hit the breaking point,
then broke on through;
im never certain when it comes to you."
sleepless hours in a tired body. listless thoughts spin around a dark room, the lights from the outside streetlamp barely visible through the blinds. the music is in my ears alone, the rest of everything seeming silent and sure. me and the music watch the night pass on by.
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