i cant breathe
i can barely see
i cant speak
my throat is burning
theres a scratch on my arm and its bleeding and i dont know where it came from
i just took two buckley pills to make my cold leave me alone
im sleep deprived
im writing on my phone
im a fucking mess
but im me
and i couldnt be happier
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Poems and Those Kinds of Things
PoetryPoems and shit mostly by me That's right motherfuckers