Friday

Cursed

Can’t sleep again. I blame it on the curse. It’s going to happen in 2020. We will be lost, I will be lost. My nightmare since the third grade is coming true. I don’t know how to prepare for it. I pray to god they go, That I go knowing that I love them.
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Times of stopping

I think I met you once in that sleepy-sleep state. You know the in-between place. That quiet place between here and gone, where the room sof...

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