|I will love you forever and ever. Or dance. It's up to you|
Doormatday by day I lay, takingDoormat by CynicalPsychic
little notice of who treads upon
my fibers fill with dirt
carried to me, smeared
into my being. I don't mind
this fact; experience has faded
Stress is a sickly lime yellowStress is a sickly lime yellow.Stress is a sickly lime yellow by CynicalPsychic
It smells like burning plastic.
It sounds like a fast-approaching train.
It feels like unstable ground crumbling beneath me.
It tastes like metal on my tongue.
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