11:00 pm

The 2 A.M Writer

I don't hate myself anymore

Or at least today I think that

Sometimes I even hate you

It was never me that was the drag

Call it selfish and sun kissed

But it wasn't me that lost my way

It wouldn't really matter if I left

Because I'll be fucked if I have to pay

And I know tomorrow when I come back down

I'll regret ever seeking claim

And then I'll be back to loathing

And it'll dry the drain

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2017 00:29
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