like, titanic,
but the true story.
my room is a mess,
my feet are screaming to part away from me,
my mind is flying on a paper plane,
and i am just.
tired.
i'm still tired,
exhausted,
famished.
like a cranky old grandma, finishing up her bloody knitting.
the amount of emotions i currently have is limitless.
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