Countless, sleepless nights.
Cigarette after cigarette.
Insomnia.
Insanity.
Indifference.
They all swell up.
I am libel to explode.
You may pick your portions.
Choose wisely.
Most of me is...well...
Broken.
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Author:
Brennan (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
You seem to have excellently expressed it dividing the lines as you have, and your word choices depict the situation beautifully. Well done.
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