11 Something

November 2, 2017

11 hits and my mind begins to wonder.

11 comes through and all my heart wants

is to be released from this pit of fire

;my desires come to life;my triumphs constantly replay;imagine unimagining you.

I wish it could hit me at earlier hours of the day

but it never fails it always 11 something just can't seem to get my way.

Can't seem to feel alright!

Can't fight another fight!

I'm all fought out and my only opponent is looking back at me when I stand in front of the mirror...

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