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The bird at my window reaps my sorrows I lay static in a sea of blankets This cycle wracks through my body Un-nerved, unwilling, exhausted.
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Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 11:11 PM UTC
Quiet Now
The bird at my window reaps my sorrows I lay static in a sea of blankets This cycle wracks through my body Un-nerved, unwilling, exhausted.
#exhausted#depression#sad
kataillac
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Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 11:11 PM UTC
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