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1:30 AM is when my head starts hurting and my body feels heavy with burdens My soul feels hollow And I don't really know who to talk to Because it's a little late to call anyone I'm googling weird things And making my bucket list Coming up with distractions for weeks to come Because it is my only escape from my inexplicable pain and sadness
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Way too late, way too empty