hands press like fog
whispers curl around me
I move
I shift
I crumble
and they name me still
lazy.
wothless.
not trying.
difficult.
the sky leans too heavy
but no one hears the weight
I carry in quiet
I am a river folding in on itself
slow and relentless,
and the world keeps calling me
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:53 PM UTC
hands press like fog
whispers curl around me
I move
I shift
I crumble
and they name me still
lazy.
wothless.
not trying.
difficult.
the sky leans too heavy
but no one hears the weight
I carry in quiet
I am a river folding in on itself
slow and relentless,
and the world keeps calling me
Argg i have so much homework
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