I can feel the growing of a new disease.
Crept in the corner,
A dust bunny collecting my failed dreams.
I just want to fill my cup of loneliness with another artificial sweetener.
oh the feeling of Instagram,
the tap of a button and eurpihoa shoots straight through my veins,
Everybody wants somebody to admire their widths and curves, as if validation of someones admiration is the cure.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
I can feel the growing of a new disease.
Crept in the corner,
A dust bunny collecting my failed dreams.
I just want to fill my cup of loneliness with another artificial sweetener.
oh the feeling of Instagram,
the tap of a button and eurpihoa shoots straight through my veins,
Everybody wants somebody to admire their widths and curves, as if validation of someones admiration is the cure.
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