Mar 2015
i spend more time
staring at the clouds
than the road.
i still wake up crying
because i cant figure out
why i wasnt enough.
and i don't know
where to go
from here.
staring at the clouds
than the road.
i still wake up crying
because i cant figure out
why i wasnt enough.
and i don't know
where to go
from here.
(Elsewhere)
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