Its 8:49 p.m and I'm a crybaby.
Told myself months ago I'm stronger than tears, yet they got me. Again.
Its 8:50 and I'm still a crybaby.
That's how you know they're real; When you're crying one minute and still am the next.
It's 9:05 and I'm angry.
They'll never understand. Two people together only equal different opinions.Different worlds.
Its 9:10 and I'm tired.
My dreams help me escape, but I wouldn't be half-wrong if I said its my only escape.
Its 9:15..
and I'm done.
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