𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐢𝐱. 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛

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8. july
in the kitchen
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I'm here
I'm available
but I'm alone
and nobody seems to miss me
nobody seems to miss my presence
while they all laugh and chatter
and I can hear them in the kitchen
where I sit
just sit
just breath
and try not to cry
I'm in the kitchen
not in my room
and isn't this a progress

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