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

-laxatives

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