eight. Wed 24 Sep 14:30
- Angelita Pak Samay
- Sep 25, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 20, 2025
Distracted from it all day
How much it hurt
All my days are the same
I'm not going out
Feel like a teenager again
Signing off,
burnt toast sweet tea;
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