Not a bug to be my friend
On the bathroom floor again
Heavy tears come fresh
Little release despite
Clenching fingers
Flesh into flesh
As small as I can be
Head between my knees
Nothing is new here
I wait it out
The walls know me
Silent and accepting
Penetrating to my core
I know me
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Ohh this is a bit haunting. Super write. The background is a bit busy for reading. Great day to you.



