expect dry days ahead
sunny outside but cloudy in my head
my skin is falling off
I'm stressed
no rest for the wicked
I can still sleep all day
my eyes stay closed when I wake up
if this life is worth it
why are my dreams more meaningful
rain again next week
living the same day on repeat
this is who I grew up to
I stare at my younger self
she doesn't know how real life works
all I do is clench my jaw
but I can't give up
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strawberry moon
PoetryAll I want to know is right here the best thing I can do is disappear