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I don't want to do anything I want to sit Or lay And not move another day Curl in a ball Of warmth I want to sway And rock Wishing away my sorrows I wasn't cut out for this I want to lay and listen The idea of being out there kills me It shouldn't If I was consistent Normal It'd be the best time I literally can't

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cierraspina

21 / F

For You?

Written by

cierraspina

21 / F

Published: Oct 24, 2016
LinesWords: 1868

Notes: I wrote this under the influence
Tags: #poem #depressed #high

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