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"haughting" poems
Sleep comes earlier because i do not have anyone like you to keep me awake. The only things that keep me awake are the haughting thoughts of the past, but i have gotten so use to them, the pain is numb.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Sleep