

tiltFall up the stairs And open the door. Hear its click As you hit the floor, A wine safety Rushed with air Smelling of old Socks, cheese Cologne, bleach Grass and these Thousands of lives Each waiting to be told. While seeping into this carpet Lets tear it up Rip it out. You feel its threads slip From underneath you As the ceiling collapsestilt
And you fall through To a room of wake-less days,
Bad habits that are only motivated
By a lack there of. The pressure is heavy On people that are a little weird W
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