With my chin upon my hand
And my countenance bearing
An unintentional scowl of boredom,
I realize that my hand is beating
Just as my heart would.
I feel the pulsations
As my blood continues
With its rhythmical circulations.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
With my chin upon my hand
And my countenance bearing
An unintentional scowl of boredom,
I realize that my hand is beating
Just as my heart would.
I feel the pulsations
As my blood continues
With its rhythmical circulations.
I’m bored so I guess I’ll play Minecraft. A bunch of new updates have come since like 2015 so I kinda wanna check it out.
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