Birds sing.
Lights dim.
Did I ever tell you about my own sins.
Blessings.
God.
Religion.
I don't have a religion but I guess I do at the same time.
Am I blessed? That'd the question, right?
Well no I'm not.
I'm unlucky.
The worst kind.
I should shut up now it's bad to complain
But yet I do.
Ha I laugh too much as well.
I do a lot of things to much.
I think too much.
I talk too much.
I live too much.
But that's something a crazy person would say.
I sweat I'm not crazy, I just need a non- crazy hand out.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
