the air is getting heavy again
but I know I am going to thrive
I am going to revel in the absolute hopelessness of my failing state
YOU ARE READING
you sold my childhood home in 22 (journal part II)
Poetrymy first love was my hometown I am still grieving her
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the air is getting heavy again
but I know I am going to thrive
I am going to revel in the absolute hopelessness of my failing state