Mustard coloured linoleum

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Crumbling into the dust that settles into the cracks in the floor,

Wanting nothing more than to watch the particles that make

Up my body break down into the infinitesimal  specks they truly are

whilst I seep Into the outdated mustard coloured linoleum flooring that Has long

Since forgotten Its only reason, its only purpose in its once pretty world.

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Published by nilbynoon

I reached my transcendental like enlightenment through a lifetime of pain and suffering that I wouldn't wish upon anybody. some of it brought upon my parents that left me in a motel when I was 1 years old, but most of it... Brought upon by my own self in self-destructive ways. I wouldn't take it back for the world nor a crown. In the Grand scheme of things... It took my own destruction three times over and many people left hurt or worse in the ashes of my wake to finally become something worthy of this world.

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