Written by Jacob Ibrag
Three twenty one in the
morning. At the thought of you,
I became sleepless. Endlessly staring
at the vacant ceiling. Remembering
after all of these years. Stumbling
upon memories I’ve been
meaning to forget.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Three twenty one in the
morning. At the thought of you,
I became sleepless. Endlessly staring
at the vacant ceiling. Remembering
after all of these years. Stumbling
upon memories I’ve been
meaning to forget.


Amazing, Jacob ❤️
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Thanks Carisa 🙂
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I do like this one quite a lot. And the time: 3:21. And even the “shape”. And this happened to me last night.
So poignant – thanks!
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Thanks Maureen, this actually happened to me last night as well haha
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Sleep well ,else you may land in problem
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I usually do haha
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OK it was one odd day 3:21 am
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This is hypnotic♡
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Thank you 🙂
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It’s always my pleasure reading your work♡
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That means a lot to me 😀
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It has been true as long as i began reading you. You put a great deal to your work I can tell and it’s so worth that effort♡
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And just like that, you have made my day.
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I’m a strong believer hard work and talent pays off and i for one appreciate yours my friend ♡
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artist is Laura Zalenga
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Thanks for letting me know 🙂
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Beautiful… Please checkout my blog.
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Love it! “Stumbling upon memories I’ve been meaning to forget.”
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Thanks LuAnna 🙂
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I’ve been like this and I think I am still experiencing this kind of wake.
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Reblogged this on The Deific Heart and commented:
#StarringSouls
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND WHEN HE TURNS AROUND…NO ONE THERE !
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