again,
this deep well simmers
this deep well of nothing
why did i even think that i was
cured,
well,
or any less empty
just because i had more things
to distract me
almost thought it doesn't consume you
as much as it did
this is what growing up was supposed
to be like, right?
everything falling into place.
new years eve I realized,
i may really well be the one
to die
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 10:25 AM UTC
again,
this deep well simmers
this deep well of nothing
why did i even think that i was
cured,
well,
or any less empty
just because i had more things
to distract me
almost thought it doesn't consume you
as much as it did
this is what growing up was supposed
to be like, right?
everything falling into place.
new years eve I realized,
i may really well be the one
to die
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