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thoughts ricochet off the outer lining of my brain at 4 am the rupture is deafening yet my family sleeps softly in the other room the recoil is my seized sense of self double vision leads to destruction intrusive and impulsive those are the words i’ll use tomorrow when i apologize to myself in the mirror however apology implies regret and when the quiet night takes its toll the morning dew will wash away my midnight sin
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC
somber bliss
thoughts ricochet off the outer lining of my brain at 4 am the rupture is deafening yet my family sleeps softly in the other room the recoil is my seized sense of self double vision leads to destruction intrusive and impulsive those are the words i’ll use tomorrow when i apologize to myself in the mirror however apology implies regret and when the quiet night takes its toll the morning dew will wash away my midnight sin
getting through the apocalyptic am hours
graybchanan
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC
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