
This older poem sums me up in a nutshell: over thinker, dreamer, lover. I love hard but I think way too much about it and it can keep me up at night. Sometimes it has nothing to do with love and I am just not ready for the day to end and a new day to begin. There is too much to think about. Just another hour, then I will go to sleep.
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