Sad poet 1.1

Dark thoughts, black like the darkness im in.
The darkness that calls you at 3 in the morning to tell you to stay with her and your best friend.
Your best friend understands you, it hurts you, but thats what you want, you feel pleasure when the blood fells on the ground of the shower you took after the hour with them
The pain that causes you till its not a real wound it fills you a lot, knowing you could repeat, and nobody notices.
A lot of people know what you do at night, but only a few think it’s bad, the others are as fuck as I am.

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