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the room is cold air mixed with dread I am alone in my old bed the lights are off the sun is set I see no more I start to fret the heartache comes consumes me whole I cannot hear I lose my hope the chime of bells the townsfolk gather I have no faith please do not bother
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Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
Cold
the room is cold air mixed with dread I am alone in my old bed the lights are off the sun is set I see no more I start to fret the heartache comes consumes me whole I cannot hear I lose my hope the chime of bells the townsfolk gather I have no faith please do not bother
Sometimes I like to think about what death feels like. It always comes slowly, yet inevitably, and there's nothing you can do but wait for it.
#short#cold#slow#death#fear#isolation
loadingashexe
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loadingashexe
19/Non-binary/Far from home
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
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