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It's 3 am and I can't sleep.. All I want is to be held and told that I'll be okay and everything will be alright.. Because these thoughts of mine are ripping me apart and I'm suffocating myself under ...
This poem was made by people from five different writing websites! You can find another collaboration you can take part in by checking my profile. Thanks for reading, and great job if you participated...