cold floor presses against my face tears empty like rain on the floor feeling all warmth and feeling leave me enveloped in linoleum breathing in potpurri my utopia too sick to move, to hurt to cry feeling warm teardrops gush over the previous rain dried to my face wanting it over wishing my luck would begin heart screaming for someone to rescue me from this depression crying myself to sleep waking sore and unrested staring at my reflection asking why my blanket of tiles is more secure than my bed memories flood in as if a switch was turned knowing the answer before the question was finishedBirth sign: Libra
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