The acidic substance runs down my troat
I'm shivering from the heat
My head is pressing against itself
My imagination is hurting me
It is no longer a safe space
The future is grim
I don't know what's happening
Get me out of here
I'm not okay
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
The acidic substance runs down my troat
I'm shivering from the heat
My head is pressing against itself
My imagination is hurting me
It is no longer a safe space
The future is grim
I don't know what's happening
Get me out of here
I'm not okay
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