My Life
My Life
My life is sad
My life is struggling to take responsibility for its actions
My life is hard to look at
My life is medusa
My life is the fridge that don’t work
My life is the sour milk in your cereal
My life is the leftovers you don’t really wanna eat
My life is day old spaghetti
My life is mozart, except when he was 7
My life is angry
My life is depressed
My life is talking about fucking snowflakes in June
My life is wondering why all the other lives look the same and why mine looks like this
My life is a broken home
My life is the tone you don’t wanna speak to your mother in
My life is the skin that won’t stop bleeding
My Life is over
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