I embody the bad vibe felt in a room; the heaviness on your chest. I am both the rock and the hard place.
This world is not made for me; I can do no right. My birth was an error, my death is inevitable.
I long to belong.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
I embody the bad vibe felt in a room; the heaviness on your chest. I am both the rock and the hard place.
This world is not made for me; I can do no right. My birth was an error, my death is inevitable.
I long to belong.
Maybe I'm the bad vibe.
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