3 A.M.A Poem by Darkened_drearMy solemn hours of secretive solitude Just want this trip down hells havocing memory lane train to kill this familiar 3 a.m. Drain game If hate would only harden my foolish heart a bit more Or perhaps this is the reasoning behind this raging anguishing anger Your hearts pursuit pains me because I cannot give you what you seek For I am a seething mess both stressed and silent You push and push which only causes me to further resent you Your suffocating me.F*****g drowning me.Always want to screw me even when I beg to be left be I'm just so sick of this game.Go away.Get out Just let me have a silent surrendering second to my self
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StatsAuthorDarkened_drearBim, WVAboutI am Becky Cooper and Im not perfect. All my flaws show but they do not define me because I have a strong heart and who I am is what makes me myself. My favorite color is black because it drowns out a.. more..Writing
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