Half under the bed, arm askew
The ceiling fan wobbles aimlessly
A brain full of fragmented thoughts
A heart full of nothing but numbness
Laying on the floor, staring up
The ceiling fan wobbles aimlessly
Dust glitters in the sunlight
Dead skin cells swirling bright
Half under the bed, arm askew
A brain full of fragmented thoughts
Books unread, and cluttered trash
A heart full of nothing but numbness
The ceiling fan wobbles unbalanced
And a disembodied anxiety sinks in
End
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