cheeks out in the winter

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it's 5am
and i'm hanging out my bedroom window
im only wearing a t shirt but who would know?
just me
feel like im about to throw up
i hate this life
i didn't choose to live
but in a way i've been choosing ever since i left the womb
i did die at childbirth
but im still here

07/12/22 5:15am

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