Its 1am again.
You run through my mind like wild fire through a flourishing forest.
Nausea filling an ocean that is my stomach.
I cant feel a thing,
head numb,
eyes blank.
All of this because you didn't call.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Its 1am again.
You run through my mind like wild fire through a flourishing forest.
Nausea filling an ocean that is my stomach.
I cant feel a thing,
head numb,
eyes blank.
All of this because you didn't call.
© Arabella (16/08/18)
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