Laying in my bed,
I stared blanky at the ceiling.
It was blank and dark
~Blank and dark as my soul right now.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry🥀Remember that you were art long before they came to admire you, and you'll continue to be an art even when they're gone.
t h o u g h t s
Laying in my bed,
I stared blanky at the ceiling.
It was blank and dark
~Blank and dark as my soul right now.
