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Hope is the thing..
Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune without the words, 
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.
- Emily Dickinson ©
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May 21st · 15:14 pm

It’s 4m in the morning and I just can’t sleep

To much on my mind. So damn tired of being miss understood. Done being nice to people when they are all assholes to me. Tired of trying these days.

May 7th · 4:25 am