in bed, shrinking to the smallest space my skin and bones will allow. in bed, with my sorrows growing, sprawling out in every direction, all for the world to see.
how can i go and fade quietly when my hurting is a loud, lurid spectacle under flashy, purple lights?
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC
in bed, shrinking to the smallest space my skin and bones will allow. in bed, with my sorrows growing, sprawling out in every direction, all for the world to see.
how can i go and fade quietly when my hurting is a loud, lurid spectacle under flashy, purple lights?
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