i didnt notice how far id let myself go until i was soaking wet staring at myself in a gas station mirror with red dilated pupils
who knew that you could continue falling, even at rock bottom
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melancholy memories || poetry
Poetryin which the downfall of a girl's mental health is documented through a series of poems
day 18
i didnt notice how far id let myself go until i was soaking wet staring at myself in a gas station mirror with red dilated pupils
who knew that you could continue falling, even at rock bottom