I just want to close my eyes and sleep,
but there's a whirlpool in my brain
that makes me want to curl up into a ball
roll around my bed
and chew at my broken skin.
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efflorescence
Poesía- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
lvi.
I just want to close my eyes and sleep,
but there's a whirlpool in my brain
that makes me want to curl up into a ball
roll around my bed
and chew at my broken skin.
