You call me famous,
What a shame I don't see it
We talk for hours,
Till the sun rises.
Yet I long for you to say it.
Some day I will,
And you'll be able to rub it into my face.
You say you need me,
Yet I don't believe you
However in the end,
I need you more than anything,
I guess
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Up Here We Drown.- A Collection
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts covered with meaningless metaphors.
