Sep 2014
My days blur together.
I am spilt paint on the floor, a mess.
Don't say it gets better,
There is no coming back from this.
I broke loose from my tether.
Now I wander alone, useless, hopeless.
I am spilt paint on the floor, a mess.
Don't say it gets better,
There is no coming back from this.
I broke loose from my tether.
Now I wander alone, useless, hopeless.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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