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May 2014
it's 12:39 am
and here i am,busy overthinking
if only i can go somewhere far away
far enough to make these thoughts go away

while half-listening to my old folks,
my mind is clouded with thoughts
thoughts that makes my bones ache
thoughts that question the love I'd received and gave

it's nights like these when i realize
that my favorite author is right
you can't be happy,
unless you're sometimes unhappy

**** this stupid reality
i just wanna go to sleep
so i'm gonna leave the time behind
and let the world fade into obscurity

-AA
the nights were for overthinking, and the days are for oversleeping
Abigail Ann
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Abigail Ann  24/F/PH
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