Everything
it seems to kill me
break my bones
but leave me breathing
everything
is harder now
cannot move-can’t get out
here we are
can’t come down
we’ve gotten
quite used to
living in clouds.
Everything
it seems to kill me
break my bones
but leave me breathing
everything
is harder now
cannot move-can’t get out
here we are
can’t come down
we’ve gotten
quite used to
living in clouds.
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
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