there are days when all i can do is exist
while desperately trying not to;
there are days when all i can think is bliss
because the silence has drawn to
there are moments when the world has
gone dark inside my head;
there are moments when the room has
started spinning with dread
sometimes all i can do is
try to exist
but whether that works or not is
forever shrouded in mist
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
there are days when all i can do is exist
while desperately trying not to;
there are days when all i can think is bliss
because the silence has drawn to
there are moments when the world has
gone dark inside my head;
there are moments when the room has
started spinning with dread
sometimes all i can do is
try to exist
but whether that works or not is
forever shrouded in mist
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