I'm not used to august.
Ramble, ramble, ramble.
I'm shaking, i think that's what this feeling is.
Just my hand is shaking.
I felt the need to clarify that to you for some reason.
You're messing with my head, get out.
Head demons are infecting every crevice-
Of my cramped, dark, intellectual nest.
This may get ugly.
Please pause for a moment of saneness.
The light is playing tricks on me.
But it's off, so strange how it gleams in the darkness.
A little bit off i am.
I am tired of wording my sentences.
Make me do this, help me rather.
I never said it was easy, or did i?
Don't even think about shutting me down.
Where will the moths go?
Oh, it's late. Early, yes, it is early.
We all have to sleep sometime.
Goodnight night.
xoxo
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