cluttered floor,
discarded clothes.
dirty laundry,
profuse loathes.
silent weeps,
3:00am thoughts.
out of reach,
cemented faults.
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» 3:00 am
cluttered floor,
discarded clothes.
dirty laundry,
profuse loathes.
silent weeps,
3:00am thoughts.
out of reach,
cemented faults.
