Monotony
Monotony suffocates me.
The endless droning of order
that feels like a tight wool sweater.
Hot and stifling, until my mind
begins to mutiny and leaves.
Leaving only the husk behind.
© Nioka
The endless droning of order
that feels like a tight wool sweater.
Hot and stifling, until my mind
begins to mutiny and leaves.
Leaving only the husk behind.
© Nioka
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