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It's twelve in the morning, these thoughts don't have enough space It screams for a peaceful life yet craves for endless ideas I'm not crazy, I am just aware That people will leave when they are tired of you Believe me, they can and they will.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
An overthinker
It's twelve in the morning, these thoughts don't have enough space It screams for a peaceful life yet craves for endless ideas I'm not crazy, I am just aware That people will leave when they are tired of you Believe me, they can and they will.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
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