It's been a bad day
My eyes are tired and my limbs are heavy
Slowly, my mind begins to go backwards, as though travelling through time
From my body's age downward into a toddler
Tears well in my eyes as I sink to my bed, hugging a plushie close to my chest
Pacifier clutched in my lips
Right now, I'm not a teenager or a child
I'm nearly a baby
This is my escape
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
It's been a bad day
My eyes are tired and my limbs are heavy
Slowly, my mind begins to go backwards, as though travelling through time
From my body's age downward into a toddler
Tears well in my eyes as I sink to my bed, hugging a plushie close to my chest
Pacifier clutched in my lips
Right now, I'm not a teenager or a child
I'm nearly a baby
This is my escape
so basically, i'm baby
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