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Rocks in my apartment, I don't clean. You see, the fluffy pillows host a party tonight, seems like all my enemies are invite. There's blood in the floor, indeed. Music captures the shaky windows, curtains dancing in the backround, tragedy hits the door right from the shadows. I don't want to be here. Listening is painfull, watching gets knives in my lungs, the guests are laughing on me. Anxiety says hi. The house shouts "Welcome", please, I only need sadness for my art.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Party of sadness, welcome
Rocks in my apartment, I don't clean. You see, the fluffy pillows host a party tonight, seems like all my enemies are invite. There's blood in the floor, indeed. Music captures the shaky windows, curtains dancing in the backround, tragedy hits the door right from the shadows. I don't want to be here. Listening is painfull, watching gets knives in my lungs, the guests are laughing on me. Anxiety says hi. The house shouts "Welcome", please, I only need sadness for my art.
Sometimes sadness just knock the door out of nowhere and you just can't bagged it out or you don't want to, sometimes it's the same thing. written on June 9, 2019
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
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