In spite of everything
I sit all day
In a corner
unaware in a room
With spiders above my head
And Unknowingly boredom settles in
Well down
My soul scream at extreme
The ghost are no ghost no more
I is the darkest
And the worst part
The car is empty petrol tank
The cafe is far to go
And the lungs are yet to feed
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
In spite of everything
I sit all day
In a corner
unaware in a room
With spiders above my head
And Unknowingly boredom settles in
Well down
My soul scream at extreme
The ghost are no ghost no more
I is the darkest
And the worst part
The car is empty petrol tank
The cafe is far to go
And the lungs are yet to feed
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