I hate these dead walls;
I miss the wind and the sun,
touch, of early evening.
I hate these dead walls; I miss the wind and the sun, touch, of early evening. |
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The weather's been changing so much here but I feel like I can't leave my house just to go see it.
I have too much to do that i'm not doing anyway, but I can't leave. I can't wait till summer. Notes: I didn't want to write anything large about how "I want to go outside", so I researched a little and followed this: [link] I love this small style. So fitting for my small thoughts Comments
Nom nom nom I could eat your small thoughts and never have to eat again
xxxxxx -- You fill your day, most of the time, by being in the washing machine of your own mind, thinking whats this, when does it stop, am I enjoying it, I dont know, oh its time to go to sleep, I cant, Im worried. - Dylan Moran |
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