Sad feet carrying the weight of my misery on the back of their ankles
Overgrown nails and worn out nail varnish
Take care of yourself Farah they say.
Take care.
Do they really mean it?
Can they not see the weight I carry around?
Eyes close one more night
It’ll be better by tomorrow
I promise
They don’t know
I fall asleep every eve with the same god **** thought
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Sad feet carrying the weight of my misery on the back of their ankles
Overgrown nails and worn out nail varnish
Take care of yourself Farah they say.
Take care.
Do they really mean it?
Can they not see the weight I carry around?
Eyes close one more night
It’ll be better by tomorrow
I promise
They don’t know
I fall asleep every eve with the same god **** thought
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