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this house isn’t mine it isn’t ours but how lovely and cozy it is i sit here alone in a room i call it mine but it isn’t mine what a fool am i it repeats in my head except when soft rains fall the thrill of being sheltered in his arms how can i miss something that isn’t mine how can i hold it a bit longer in my small hands all the more space to slip through slip away and never come back “how was work?” i never know how to answer that simple question its always alright its always okay days go by i still don’t know the answer my nails broken and body tired what should i do should i turn to you? im on the edge of a cliff i still dont know what to do
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Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 11:09 PM UTC
peril and thematic events, reimagined
this house isn’t mine it isn’t ours but how lovely and cozy it is i sit here alone in a room i call it mine but it isn’t mine what a fool am i it repeats in my head except when soft rains fall the thrill of being sheltered in his arms how can i miss something that isn’t mine how can i hold it a bit longer in my small hands all the more space to slip through slip away and never come back “how was work?” i never know how to answer that simple question its always alright its always okay days go by i still don’t know the answer my nails broken and body tired what should i do should i turn to you? im on the edge of a cliff i still dont know what to do
pour toi
marianana
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22/F/nowhere in particular
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 11:09 PM UTC
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