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This.. this is bad.
Nothing like this can be good.
It's the worst.. in so long.
The damn sky keeps changing, moving.. and I'm stuck, planted in the ground.. The tree lost it's leaves.. poor thing never had a chance.
At least it changes with the season.. But have I grown? Have I changed?
I thought that polaroid image in my head would mat and frame itself by now... It's still laying on the floor... forgotten and stepped on.
So much clutter in my head..
A thousand thoughts piled up to the ceiling, wrinkling with time and losing their novelty.
ugh..
shoot me.
Nothing like this can be good.
It's the worst.. in so long.
The damn sky keeps changing, moving.. and I'm stuck, planted in the ground.. The tree lost it's leaves.. poor thing never had a chance.
At least it changes with the season.. But have I grown? Have I changed?
I thought that polaroid image in my head would mat and frame itself by now... It's still laying on the floor... forgotten and stepped on.
So much clutter in my head..
A thousand thoughts piled up to the ceiling, wrinkling with time and losing their novelty.
ugh..
shoot me.