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LATE
LATE AT NIGHT WHILE THE WORLD SLEEPS
I LAY AWAKE COUNTING SHEEP
THINKING OF A LIFE I NEVER HAD
AND ALL THE GOOD THINGS MADE BAD
WRONG DECISIONS BROKEN PROMISES AND REGRET
HAUNTING IMAGES I TRY TO FORGET
TEAR STAINED PILLOWS
BLOOD TINGED SHEETS
PURPLE BRUISES SWOLLEN EYES
WHEN ASKED WHAT HAPPEN
I WOULD LIE
I FELL DOWN WAS THE REPLY
Have you ever looked inside for what trouble causes is a learning experience, if there were never hurt we would never learn to love. great poem though hun, i've been there also. luv ya ~babygirl~
good good good remember me when ur famous plz