thoughts

thoughts

i'm having the kind
of night
where
words are
spiraling
in my brain
and
i don't know
how to write them
and
i don't know
what to say.
i wouldn't say
it's angst
and
i wouldn't say
it's good
but
i'll wish myself
the best of luck
and
do the things i
should. 

The End

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