In my big white bathroom, there's only space for me.
I'll take my ice baths.
I depend on warm towels and heated floors.
The wirings bad and all my towels are tattered.
So I just lay in the big white bathroom.
Water slithering on the ground.
Marble cracking under my weight.
Soon my big white bathroom will show rusty pipes and disappointing looks.
I crawl into the tub so I can wither away.
The ice boils at my touch.
Theres nothing nobody but me.
Thats what I like.
That's what they give.
Thats what I've had.
That's what I think I need.
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Zaria Anderson
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