It's funny to think
that I once liked this room.
It was so... ***** comfortable.
But now that I cannot leave,
all the comfort shrivels
into ringing pain.
All my decorations and trappings
vanish
to reveal nothing but padded walls
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC
It's funny to think
that I once liked this room.
It was so... ***** comfortable.
But now that I cannot leave,
all the comfort shrivels
into ringing pain.
All my decorations and trappings
vanish
to reveal nothing but padded walls
Written from quarantine, with nowhere to go, and no one to care
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