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Jun 2016
2:47
I'm about to sever
Ties with being awake
It's too late.
I realised that I loved him,
But it was too late.
Late, like when you miss the train
When you walk too slow and the taxi rides away,
Late, like when you see that flight take off
Knowing you should've been on it.
Written at 2:47am.insomnia.
Rochelle Thomas
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Rochelle Thomas  21/F/Cape Town
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