I sleep on the couch all the time
But I do have a bed in the other room
The bed is for good days in life
That’s why I never sleep there no more
Passing out on the couch
Dying alone on the couch
Movie dialogues are lullabyes
I’ll die to the credits at the end
At least I ate some pasta
Made by my own fucking hands
Entertainment and movies and couch
It’s killing me slower than time
And people would kill for my life
So why can I not be okay?
Maybe my couch has the answer
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Andreas Blaustein 
Loved this poem 🙂 Could related to a lot of things 🙂
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Thank you 😊 It doesn’t help that my couch is the world’s most comfortable couch either haha
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