I can't keep doing this
I'm a prisoner in my own house
I can barely breath
I can't think for myself
I'm told when to wake up and fall asleep
My irl friends don't care
and all my contacts lock at 10.
I'm falling apart
and god I wish I knew how to swim.
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Love Me In Pieces
Poezja"Is it okay if it's black and white, Is it okay if it's blurred, What's the point of puttin...