Expiry date: undated

by valexposed

Can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep.

My bed spread smells of death and refuses to accept my body, alive. I resemble a browning apple and my heart, almost obsolete. My mind disintegrates by the hour as the worms in my brain produce sour milk- there is no happy place, only a chunk of mould in the palm of my hands. My senses tell me I have expired, I refuse to listen, as always.

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