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#whoisdead
Funny how pretty everything looks, Soaked in over saturated colours. I’ve been stuck in this room for months, I’ve been stuck in this skull for too long to care. Four walls, whether paint plastered and polished. Four walls meet my eyes. I wish I could sew my eyes shut, only see what I imagine. I can hear the cars becoming less constant outside, even the cats are sleeping now. These lights are too bright for me. I wish I could turn myself off.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
Neon lights