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Jun 2018
One of these nights my brain will fall silent.
From the overly loud music,
Or the overly loud thoughts;
Who cares what tomorrow will bring
If it is lost when dawns birds sing?
I won't, and it's my thoughts that count.
fml, literally, go ahead and f it up
Emma Sims
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Emma Sims  Nottingham
(Nottingham)   
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