"Now are you referring to the existing levels of awfulness, or this new levels of awful?"
"It's awful."
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"Now are you referring to the existing levels of awfulness, or this new levels of awful?"
"It's awful."
I’m just so tired I want to curl up and rot
Not much more to it than that
I wish there was more but the more I think about my head the more my head will get ahead with worries about past mistakes
Just let me be free I beg
But it is life who chains me down, her voice like a siren as I fight to stay awake
Like a moth to a light
But the voice does not chain me down it is I with my pale wings and rusty crown that pushes on my wrists to keep me to the floor
As I’m curled up and rotting and losing the war