Stuck and Contorted Within A Space of Remarkable Silence, Your Room Sits Still, Mind Whirring Away Half-Heartedly
Walls Closing Inwards Like Heavy Iron Doors, Doors That Both Slam and Stub Your Spirit
Your Physical Appearance Takes A Dive to The Bottom of Your Worries, Thinking of Nonsense That Only You Believe Is Important
Days Pass by Your Closed Windows, You Don’t Care Which Way the Wind Blows
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Stuck and Contorted Within A Space of Remarkable Silence, Your Room Sits Still, Mind Whirring Away Half-Heartedly
Walls Closing Inwards Like Heavy Iron Doors, Doors That Both Slam and Stub Your Spirit
Your Physical Appearance Takes A Dive to The Bottom of Your Worries, Thinking of Nonsense That Only You Believe Is Important
Days Pass by Your Closed Windows, You Don’t Care Which Way the Wind Blows
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