I don’t want to move
But I know I should eat
I feel like collapsing to the ground
Each time I move my feet
I suppose I’ll get out of bed
Although I don’t feel alive
My body’s still breathing
But I think my heart has died
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
I don’t want to move
But I know I should eat
I feel like collapsing to the ground
Each time I move my feet
I suppose I’ll get out of bed
Although I don’t feel alive
My body’s still breathing
But I think my heart has died
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