all those grey clouds,
raindrops,
wasted days,
dota matches,
empty bottles,
used tissues,
msn convos,
unwashed cutlery,
unfolded shirts,
unplayed FPS games,
scattered sheets of paper,
abandoned work;
abandoned work;
of newfound burdens and responsibilities,
random melancholic pulses;
and that bed which has not been made for a few weeks,
with a crumpled jacket lying on it.
Woke up at 2.33pm today. What an unfulfilling holiday.
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