Worthless woes

The gravitation of my favourite bed
These few months, I am not myself

I find it extremely easy to stare at a white screen for as long as I know
Back resting on the cold walls, on the bed
It’s winter and the walls are cold
But I need to settle down the heat burning inside of me.

Waking up is the hardest thing to do
So are the best parts of my life, the things I loved,

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A little like this

She slurped her soup
From the cup noodle
As she is talking
About to shed my tears, me
From the story I am delivered
Feeling lucky

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