Late Night Thoughts
I write when I can't sleep...
close enoughto hurt me.there is no way.im trapped in some game,being played.
im dragged in somethingI have no part of.it's your damn mistakeit’s your damn fault...why am I being punished?
I was just reborngetting ready to take life.had everything set,in the palm of my hands.
I'm not goingto watch them fallnot letting it slipfrom my handsone again…
- written on May 7, 2016
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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