25.12.2019

I often look up to the ceiling and rationalize what’ll never be
Not to understand in order to set my heart free, but to think
Oh how nice life would be being acknowledged, loved, and respected by someone who doesn’t even concern themselves with me
I stare into a space where thinking of instances will change your mood in an instant
Self imposed drama makes trauma a little hard to heal in

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