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theartsybean
theartsybeanPulling myself together
Autoplay OFF  •  a year ago
This is a poem about me, and how I'm not perfect inside nor out, but I'll continue to build myself up until I am happy, wow that made no sense lol

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by theartsybean

Creaky floors and cracked windows

Not the perfect place to call home

Winding stairs and sinking chairs

But a sturdy lock on the door

Flickering lights leave restless nights

Energy at low supply

But I'll continue to build, until this home once again holds life.

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