Written by TYYYY
My life is a washing machine
A cycle of bad habits and low reward obligations
If I abandon the machine, I’ll just rot
But in the machine, my soul is also bacteria
I am yet to figure out how to handwash
Too drained to move
No where to go
Still, I can’t breathe in here
That is life
I no longer know how to move, if not in a circle
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