I'm tired of waiting in this hollow state, pushing aside things I want to say. It's taking my all to get out of bed. I'm pouring a drink to feel myself dead.
Some boring tidbits that I scribble down whenever I feel like it, usually when I'm on the verge of crying. Nothing much of interest here.
I'm tired of waiting in this hollow state, pushing aside things I want to say. It's taking my all to get out of bed. I'm pouring a drink to feel myself dead.
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