I have a nasty habit of enduring out of spite
I endure in spite of my own lust for eternal sleep
Exasperated, I think;
“That’s just so like me, isn’t it?”
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
I have a nasty habit of enduring out of spite
I endure in spite of my own lust for eternal sleep
Exasperated, I think;
“That’s just so like me, isn’t it?”
tw: vague suicidal ideation
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