Staring at the ceiling
became my daily routine
My hands keep doing things
on a whim
My mind is awake until the morning
What should I do to
save myself from drowning?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
Staring at the ceiling
became my daily routine
My hands keep doing things
on a whim
My mind is awake until the morning
What should I do to
save myself from drowning?
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