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May 2013
Its 2:15AM and I’m here awake
Trying to get over this massive headache
Laying on this cold tile floor
Continuous thoughts about everything
You slam your front door in my face
Nothing left to embrace
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I find this old familiar place
Pretending that I’m safe
Looking at that silly reflection
Yelling at the broken face that yells back
Trying to get better
Trying to feel okay
Trying to get over you
This is my safe place
My own escape case
It’s all I've got
That raindrop reflection in the mirror
Late night contemplation's and its only 2:16AM
- T.G.
Tobias Graves
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