Dec 2020
My thoughts are tangled hair
This maze I stumble through winter
That Folds me in like bat wings
Until I disappear
To the basement of my mind
Where none of this is real.
This maze I stumble through winter
That Folds me in like bat wings
Until I disappear
To the basement of my mind
Where none of this is real.
(28/F/Hollyweird)
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