it is 4:55 in the god **** morning.
i blame you.
it's your fault that i am up this late.
countless thoughts.
racing mind.
wondering
imagining.
what it would be like.
to be loved by you.
but that's as far as it goes.
my own imagination.
and once i realize that.
it starts all over again.
sigh.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
it is 4:55 in the god **** morning.
i blame you.
it's your fault that i am up this late.
countless thoughts.
racing mind.
wondering
imagining.
what it would be like.
to be loved by you.
but that's as far as it goes.
my own imagination.
and once i realize that.
it starts all over again.
sigh.
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