I had a bad dream last night

I remember it all

They were sobbing so loud

head over heels

I was seeking forgiveness

of my convicts

Ah, I can’t describe

it’s time to sleep

Published by themagicflint

I started writing when I was sixteen. I think it makes me stand out. It lets me voice my thoughts. It lets me spread love. It builds me up. Yet, I fall.

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