Thirty days tomorrow,
a slightly disheveled gait.
And the debt to be paid
In waking to the painful knowing
That noone wants closure.
It's waking every day.
Waking sober.
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 11:39 PM UTC
Thirty days tomorrow,
a slightly disheveled gait.
And the debt to be paid
In waking to the painful knowing
That noone wants closure.
It's waking every day.
Waking sober.
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