it's a little early to be sad, don't you think?
the thoughts of warmth burns the coldness inside of me. longing and wishing for what is not, i stare blankly and try to enjoy hollow-headed television. the grass is always greener, i guess.
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Poetrythis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
11:54 am
it's a little early to be sad, don't you think?
the thoughts of warmth burns the coldness inside of me. longing and wishing for what is not, i stare blankly and try to enjoy hollow-headed television. the grass is always greener, i guess.