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)
- Published: September 6th, 2017 22:36
- Category: Unclassified
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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...
'Like'
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
i really liked reading this!!
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