I breathe in the stale air
That never satisfies my lungs
I drink the insipid water
But the dryness stays on my tounge
Each day passes the same as the last
Kind of fuzzy like a dream
I watch myself take plenty of steps
But I don't get as far as it seems
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Author:
Naeners (
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- Category: Sad
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