Somehow in a hidden place of me I feel dried out like a cannabis.
I was wet, lovely, and bright. But I was sucked right here and there,
now I feel smaller than a mosquito. Trash in a coffee cup. You know? Something really does not right in place. Something really lost.
Nicotine and coffee hurt. They hurt my body and I agree to consume.
In bed I imagine every single rice that enters me. And I want to throw it up. All.
Go to bed, world. And don't wake up before I say so.
I was wet, lovely, and bright. But I was sucked right here and there,
now I feel smaller than a mosquito. Trash in a coffee cup. You know? Something really does not right in place. Something really lost.
Nicotine and coffee hurt. They hurt my body and I agree to consume.
In bed I imagine every single rice that enters me. And I want to throw it up. All.
Go to bed, world. And don't wake up before I say so.

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