18th march
this pillow is bouncy,
this fan it blows strong,
this singlet its daddy,
and this pen lasting long.
but this haunting it diss me,
like a sweet loving song,
these memories that kiss me,
are the things that i long.
22nd march (i think..)
It's approx 11.35pm just read a message from my mom saying "ok goodnight. just now the traffic police was
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