mornings are the worst time. enormous nameless faceless feelings and a large helping of weeping. how attractive, my dear. let it go let it go why can't i?
how i feel is hanging in this great big vacuum with no boundaries and every time i look at it, it has expanded to fill just a little more space and if you would only draw me a box of how you feel, however small it is, i will shrink myself to fit inside, and lock it up, and throw away the key. and then perhaps i will be
(not fine but)
better.
how i feel is hanging in this great big vacuum with no boundaries and every time i look at it, it has expanded to fill just a little more space and if you would only draw me a box of how you feel, however small it is, i will shrink myself to fit inside, and lock it up, and throw away the key. and then perhaps i will be
(not fine but)
better.
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