these thoughts are why i have no friends
Monday
black polish.
Seems like there is no escape,
Like the world is crumbling, and cracking.
Like my world is melting inside my brain.
There is nowhere for my sad soul to go.
I fear, I reckon, there is nowhere to go.
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