2d
useless knowledge
reflective ceiling
guys who park their bikes here
never feel anything
i wish that were me
and i wish that were on me
the bike shed stares back
he’s not looking at me
reflective ceiling
guys who park their bikes here
never feel anything
i wish that were me
and i wish that were on me
the bike shed stares back
he’s not looking at me
do i wanna be him or do i wanna **** him? who knows
(16/M/some greasy pizza place)
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