What, like water that's been in the sink for few years this is completely rotten and no senses
When I sit under the leaves on a rainy day and think about it, this isn't really right
Even after the rain stops, would you call that a sky.. that grey-ish white-ish thing covering the space over my head
that, what, to call it sky it's too low, almost touching my hair, if I jump a bit I'll probably bam, hit my head
the dehumidifier in the closet is already full or whatever, whoa I get a bit surprised every time I see the mirror splashed with blood from the time I killed that mosquito
when I brush my teeth with that bent toothbrush even if I brush until my gums start to bleed the actual tartar doesn't know how to come out
I bring the can with the lukewarm cola that I don't remember opening to my lips and take a sip... damn cigarette butts
Now I don't even know if the floor is me or I'm the floor .. what's this situation where the sun goes down before rising --
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