It sounds so pathetic and I wish it sounded better than this but my brain feels like it is beginning to spiral down to its untimely demise as it leaves my body here somewhere between up and down to try and navigate this world on my own which leads me to believe that I will have to learn to survive on braindead waves when in all actuality all I feel like doing is sleeping underneath two quilt blankets until I begin to feel better
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Poetry Book 3
詩歌third poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
