(a poem)

This was not supposed to be how I made my bed
Sometimes I wish I was better off dead
“Laying in it, is the punishment” they said
I have to look back every time I lay my head.
(a poem)

This was not supposed to be how I made my bed
Sometimes I wish I was better off dead
“Laying in it, is the punishment” they said
I have to look back every time I lay my head.
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