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it came back with a vengeance bed unmade, bare mattress alive a pile of cups on the desk half empty, staring at the ground swim through filth that bite ankles clothes becoming an island bottles upon bottles on the nightstand a pill, or two, maybe four they float along the dirt there’s no motivation, no energy the mattress will hold me hostage it won’t relent to choke me with springs it has been my longest friend after all my one and lonely it came back with a vengeance it let my heart rate slow down and i only hope it’ll let it stop
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Nov 23, 2022
Nov 23, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
it came back with a vengeance
it came back with a vengeance bed unmade, bare mattress alive a pile of cups on the desk half empty, staring at the ground swim through filth that bite ankles clothes becoming an island bottles upon bottles on the nightstand a pill, or two, maybe four they float along the dirt there’s no motivation, no energy the mattress will hold me hostage it won’t relent to choke me with springs it has been my longest friend after all my one and lonely it came back with a vengeance it let my heart rate slow down and i only hope it’ll let it stop
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Nov 23, 2022
Nov 23, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
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