the art of regret
you can knwo youve missed out and you should have done soemthing else but sometiems theres nothing you can do to change it
no i cant sleep
theres a house not too vfar away with someone in it.
theres a tree that once i saw you udner
theres a street we ran through once
theres a comment i wish i never made
theres soemthign i wish i never discovered
someone i wish was here
if you dont sleep and then two days later wake uip tired you knwo there;s a reason
sometimes the thigns you do get you so lost you cant trace thigns back
sometimes what keeps you awake only rots the things for tomorrow
if something makes sense at 2 am its msot certainly not in the morning
insomnia is a drug
memories are like ropes
how frank of me
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