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Its late My head is an intersection of speeding thoughts running red lights I have every intention not to talk to you Not to wake you up in the early hours But everything is traveling so fast and i wish i could just stop
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
Go to bed
Its late My head is an intersection of speeding thoughts running red lights I have every intention not to talk to you Not to wake you up in the early hours But everything is traveling so fast and i wish i could just stop
#love#pain#sleep#hurt#night
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mak-moli
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
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