Not even dirt honestly 


more like that sticky stuff between the dirt and rock under the ground 


So far down I can be bothered to look for the sun anymore 


I was a princess living this fantasy with a prince who could never love me


More like a tragedy 


An unfortunate scene of fatalities 


So I’ll stay under the ground 

Where I’ll look up to dirt feelings 

And pretend the sun doesn’t exist anymore

For me,

it really doesn’t

i create

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