just another messy day

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the streams of tears

gently touch my cheeks

covered by acne scars

and sneakily run

to hug my neck.

a crying session while

laying in my bed.

that's it.

nothing more

nothing less.

it's when all the joy

and all the contentment

you've successfully accumulated

throughout just another messy day

is slowly creeping out of your soul

out of your whole being

through a change

of aggregation state. 

they metarmophose

into this salty liquid

whose quantity

and quality

and frequency show

just how emotional

sensitive

and messed up we can be. 

it's strange how these same tears 

that gently carress my face

and somehow make their way

down to my fucking collarbones-

strange how they occur

no matter the occasion

or emotion. 

are you happy? 

here we are!

are you sad? 

here we are? 

are you slowly losing your goddamn mind

are the days slowly yet also rapidly passing by

and you find yourself, yet again, at 7PM

staring into nothingness

after another dirty promise

that this time, you will do it

you will achieve it

that you got this

when you actually don't fucking got

any of this? 

... here we are. 

amd we are here to stay.

fuck we might also come visit again tomorrow. 

thought we'd let you know from now.

we expect coffee and sweets. 



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