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why


why do I do this to myself

i lay awake and think

think of good

think of bad

 

and soon its morning and i am tired

and life moves on however slowly

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cantyoudoanythingright

im not that great at rhyming poems, i just write down whatever comes to mind, i also have my own style, I don’t tend to do specific types of poems, which may be weird but i like it

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