Why has my life always felt like nails on chalkboard?
The insistent grating sound, thrumming throughout my being.
I can taste it sometimes, it's always so putrid and dry.
The nails have been ***** and chipped for so long.
How are they still ever so piercing?
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 3:21 PM UTC
Why has my life always felt like nails on chalkboard?
The insistent grating sound, thrumming throughout my being.
I can taste it sometimes, it's always so putrid and dry.
The nails have been ***** and chipped for so long.
How are they still ever so piercing?
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