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Jan 2019
the walls are black
and floors are black
the paintings are black
it's all black
except for the ceiling
it's not there
but if you look up
the sky is black too
and if you travel to the end of the universe
you'll find that it's black there too
everywhere you turn
there is only
black
this is about how no matter how you try to feel better, everything just feels bad and so done
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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