today’s journal entry

Spica

toss me a lighter

cause i'm just a kid

but i grew like a fire

so toss me a cigarette 

too many thoughts in my head..

im growing tired

i should go to bed

but the days not expired

i can sleep when i'm dead

too many thoughts in my head

  • Author: apotelesma (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2019 23:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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