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Jan 2016
Grey Sky's
White earth
Cold but comforted
Sleepy feeling but the world is my own bed

Everyday i look forward
To talk endlessly about same old stuff
But I mostly just wait for a response now

Warm butΒ Β unnaturally too warm
My bed clean
My floors and counters...messy
I flop onto my bed
Half drunk half ******
The darkness fill my eyes
And for a second
I feel like falling in darkness wouldn't be too bad

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This shouldn't matter !
REAL
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