Blank stares fill my room faster than nurses
Rhythmic drips fall slow
My brain is leaking and my will is deflated
But I’ll hold on for our every tomorrow
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 1:51 AM UTC
Blank stares fill my room faster than nurses
Rhythmic drips fall slow
My brain is leaking and my will is deflated
But I’ll hold on for our every tomorrow
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