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The 2 A.M Writer

And after all is said and I'm dead

I was wrong, there's still chapters to write

But I didn't bring my supplies

So how am I gonna sleep at night?

Unprepared and naked with guilt

I guess you've caught my cowardice in all it's truth

But I won't even smile, nor say a word

I never planned on cutting the noose loose

Maybe I really am just a victim of trend

Well, maybe this sadness is just artificial

I'm beating myself with imaginary regrets

And remember kid, you're not special

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 6th, 2017 22:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • b-LAH-que

    I wish this site had some sort of 'like' button or something. Sometimes I just wanna let someone know I liked what I read even when I don't have something specific to say. Anyway...

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    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Your words mean enough, and I thank you for that. I'm always glad to find people who enjoy my work, it gives me the motivation to express and connect with others on how I truly feel

    • starr_

      i really liked reading this!!



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