The noise of me dragging my feet
Must be quieter
Than I thought
Even if it feels like I'm screaming
My voice is raw
Because you’re not seeing
The untied shoelaces
the mud I'm tracking inside.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
The noise of me dragging my feet
Must be quieter
Than I thought
Even if it feels like I'm screaming
My voice is raw
Because you’re not seeing
The untied shoelaces
the mud I'm tracking inside.
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