these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
Rotten Milk Sickness.
I wish I could eat the death inside your body.
To Bring your Human Soul back.
Nothing lives inside, eyes open staring into Bleak colors.
For days seem like centuries stuck
In a body that doesn’t move.
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