death of loved one
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Trigger Warning
Chinese food.
The smell of the foreign cuisine
Makes my ribs ache in agony
as nausea overpowers my senses
until all that is left is desperate panic.
Peter Pan, Peter Pan, why won't you take me back?Growing up has just turned everything black.
Peter Pan, Peter Pan, this has to be a mixup,I simply never wanted to grow up.
I write in gray
No hands when I drive
Blur my eyes until streetlights
And stars look alike
I take the long road home
To breathe and clear my mind
It's hard to fall asleep
