I was in a forlorn room combatting beasts without bodies, only mouth that spits out oppression
Some lit up a candle and made their presence felt
By the door are familiar appearances simpering at my persistent maladies
Panting, I attempted to reach over their arms albeit not one of them extended his hand
Perhaps, it's time to sever ties with those who are standing near but are never actually there
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
I was in a forlorn room combatting beasts without bodies, only mouth that spits out oppression
Some lit up a candle and made their presence felt
By the door are familiar appearances simpering at my persistent maladies
Panting, I attempted to reach over their arms albeit not one of them extended his hand
Perhaps, it's time to sever ties with those who are standing near but are never actually there
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