Ah, my head is heavy now, my eyes are red like blood. I am feeling so frigging wasted as I swamp my head on my pillow , not actually bring much of an existence value. Probably much of turdy thoughts polluting everything, so is it the place when I dwell or it my cerebral. I am so in and out of it. Trying so hard be to so frigging righteous and upstanding, eh simply out of you and bustling many thoughts. My head has already ostracized them, as it couldnot hold the pent up shits for much longer duration and I cant blame my organs for their functionality, now my thoughts are lost and need a medium to make frigging sense. Twitching shades and those bloody cells, my head seemed to pool out them and make me paralyzed. I ask myself, do I really need a concrete reason to make some legit reason to spew.
The lights too from my mushy room are dim, the paint chipping off the archaic wall like a drought stricken land.
The flicking bulb convincing me, how deeply I am inflicted, without making me realized what a sloth-human I became, tormented and parted.
I feel so medieval; cobwebs around linked to cover the corners of my room; my body reeks as I look them in haze.
I just shrugged and trying to be dodgy with each coming day..
The lights too from my mushy room are dim, the paint chipping off the archaic wall like a drought stricken land.
The flicking bulb convincing me, how deeply I am inflicted, without making me realized what a sloth-human I became, tormented and parted.
I feel so medieval; cobwebs around linked to cover the corners of my room; my body reeks as I look them in haze.
I just shrugged and trying to be dodgy with each coming day..
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