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tea-stained
hey it's me again.
5 am, barely got any sleep because in our chest sits this unsettling, indescribable pain.
but it's been days, what's new?
this alien-like beating in our ribcage not something we've never been through.
it'll pass anyway, hopefully soon.
hopefully someday when i gaze up to look at the stars and the moon.
anyway i called mom thought i'd wake her up.
as i stayed in my bed, of course, she doesn't have to know i'm in my slump.
she'd awakened, we chatted for a bit.
told her about my appointment tomorrow, wish my own tongue i'd bit.
psychologist, huh. it's been a while.
life has been... good, though, i'm afraid therapy would only be futile.
i've no idea where i'm going with this.
a so-called "tortured poet" scribbles on their morning tea-stained pages.
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© lostboyzephyr
5 am, barely got any sleep because in our chest sits this unsettling, indescribable pain.
but it's been days, what's new?
this alien-like beating in our ribcage not something we've never been through.
it'll pass anyway, hopefully soon.
hopefully someday when i gaze up to look at the stars and the moon.
anyway i called mom thought i'd wake her up.
as i stayed in my bed, of course, she doesn't have to know i'm in my slump.
she'd awakened, we chatted for a bit.
told her about my appointment tomorrow, wish my own tongue i'd bit.
psychologist, huh. it's been a while.
life has been... good, though, i'm afraid therapy would only be futile.
i've no idea where i'm going with this.
a so-called "tortured poet" scribbles on their morning tea-stained pages.
250324
© lostboyzephyr
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