eyes filling up, wasting water-
i train myself, to stay inside myself.
i crain my neck, crack my bones, and tune out everything else.
"thank you."
i thank you for that< i think you for that.
nothing makes me feel good, nothing makes me feel better, i'm just a stick in the mud.
About Me
- allilion
- amounts of draining are overcoming the entry rate; but despite this fact, i am still pushing through.
Here
i like to pretend, i like to live.
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