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Dark Dank Skies Over My Little Piece of Hell
Some days I want to
crawl out of my pit
but I go back and forth
because I've
already decorated it,
misery draped on every wall
anxiety lurking down every hall,
all the faucets drip madness
while the backrooms fill with sadness,
I just sit in the middle of all of it
crying about how I want out of this shit
and that's it, that's all I do.
crawl out of my pit
but I go back and forth
because I've
already decorated it,
misery draped on every wall
anxiety lurking down every hall,
all the faucets drip madness
while the backrooms fill with sadness,
I just sit in the middle of all of it
crying about how I want out of this shit
and that's it, that's all I do.
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