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Every day will continue to be a blur into the next until I cannot remember when the haze began and when it dissipated. My mind is too clouded to find the light to ascend &
Cup Of Coffee & A Side Of Cynicism
We don’t wake up to coffee & breakfast anymore. We don’t fall asleep to peaceful nights & cool summer breezes. We are enveloped in a blanket of hatred, choking the soul so we can’t breathe &
Inside These Pretty Walls
Lovely white wainscoting. On the walls & even the ceiling. A bronze chandelier because we dislike brass but silver was too brash for the space. When it’s 3am, they’re all asleep and I’m in my