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Sitting here, waiting Which is basically the equivalent Of grating My forehead Against a cheese grater. For seconds minutes hours. Soon, there'll be nothing left, I'll be an empty shell of myself. My bored tired pieces scattered all across the floors As I wait and wait and wait For something that I really should've ignored.
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 2:02 AM UTC
Waiting
Sitting here, waiting Which is basically the equivalent Of grating My forehead Against a cheese grater. For seconds minutes hours. Soon, there'll be nothing left, I'll be an empty shell of myself. My bored tired pieces scattered all across the floors As I wait and wait and wait For something that I really should've ignored.
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 2:02 AM UTC
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