eyes open to spins in a dark brown room.
alone, my eyes wander around a quiet home.
a comfortable mixture of silence and distortion.
i felt badly for not being the company you deserved.
although, my lonliness from previous would beg to differ.
messy. failed the test. work in the am. get some rest.
i didn't. accountable? reliable? i wasn't, but i was.
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i am without explanation of the poorly crafted routine that i ride like a coaster. i wish i had friends that were closer, in distance and at heart. i'm not lonley, and i'm not sober. i'm in a place wearing a face i'm uncomfortable with. life is what you make of it. i'm scared i'm going to break shit. and bandaids, superglue and time cannot fix these things. i'm not into being that girl - the one you'd like me to be. i can't just give you these things for free.
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