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Moon Nov 2018
The lunch money you gave me was never spent on lunch,
It was spent on emptying myself more.

-laxatives
Moon Nov 2018
A mind all muddled,
Is a mind that cannot be fixed,
Although you may attempt,
To mend little pieces,
For trauma will never disappear,
Only happiness decays,
For our mind favors the desolation over the contentment.

— The End —