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3 am

by myusernameispj

There's was a time that 3 am is the best time brain is all functioning imagination is at its max body is tired but not burnt out writing became simple enough that words are plenty and unlimited everything I write is beautiful yet simple and there was you and me talking about life laughing on how we screwed up and telling each other the people we lost now it became a curse cause every time its three all it reminded me is you and me but don't get me wrong though its a curse its not the worst that's why i'm here at 3 am once again cause I miss you sorry I didn't see the spark. it was 3 am when I started writing this cause when its 3 am it you who I see.
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Nov 21, 2018
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