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i shall sweep the floor shall draw the curtains and water the plants i shall smell the flowers tug you in good night shall read a book or at least pretend to do so because it is so sunny right now the sun blinds my eyes the warmth burns my skin ripping it apart but i shall not complain for warmth is always good right? and i shall tolerate your bickering shall understand your shouts and nodd at your wrongs, close my mouth shut because it is sunny here so so sunny or so you say but how do i truly know how can i know if the sun is simply a lamp if the flowers are plain plastic if the dust is never to be gone if the ivy is actually dead how can i know how can i think when all i can see is the horizon tainted in black making its way here a threatening shadow lurking in the distance setting up a trap how can i know that i’m not falling for the tricks of the unmask man how can i do to repay you may debts in time to be useful not a waste of space not a waste of cash tell me so i can make it better so i can make the strike softer because you know who is coming and baby your arms are not strong enough to hold back the storm
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
what can i do ;
i shall sweep the floor shall draw the curtains and water the plants i shall smell the flowers tug you in good night shall read a book or at least pretend to do so because it is so sunny right now the sun blinds my eyes the warmth burns my skin ripping it apart but i shall not complain for warmth is always good right? and i shall tolerate your bickering shall understand your shouts and nodd at your wrongs, close my mouth shut because it is sunny here so so sunny or so you say but how do i truly know how can i know if the sun is simply a lamp if the flowers are plain plastic if the dust is never to be gone if the ivy is actually dead how can i know how can i think when all i can see is the horizon tainted in black making its way here a threatening shadow lurking in the distance setting up a trap how can i know that i’m not falling for the tricks of the unmask man how can i do to repay you may debts in time to be useful not a waste of space not a waste of cash tell me so i can make it better so i can make the strike softer because you know who is coming and baby your arms are not strong enough to hold back the storm
feeling hopeless lately... and terribly useless
#personal#storm#flowers#plastic#plants#night#lie#sad#hopeless#disappointment
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17/F/earth
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
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