poem #222

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Sleepless nights always begin with the thought of you
and end with the reality that it's just me
there's no room for us anymore, not even inside my head
-r.b
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If any of y'all still read my book, thankyou. I'm really going through it. I love y'all - stay safe babies
Btw people are offering me jobs to write for them and let them publish my book on their website with payment and credit to me 😳
-your very own broken girl❤️

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