I know its not true
but i fee like i'm dying today
I can't pull myself off the ground
face down
tasting the dust and lint
tears wet the floor
puddling around my nose
my face is soggy,
my nose is stuffed
I kinda hate me too
today
I know its not true
but it sure feels that way
laughter echos around me
people unconcerned
milling around me
like i'm a rug
or a bug
on the wall
or squished onto the tile
i know its not true
but i feel like i'm dying today
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