Creativity is a coping mechanism for those disillusioned by the reality

intimacy in its singularly most beautiful form is to be understood

my sadness is disfiguring
that **** ain't poetry

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One could say that pensively staring out of the window sill is poetic I think it’s wallowing...

I'm not going to get myself into recovery by self-isolating,
Makes me wonder if I even want to recover,
Think it makes me cool being this sick,
It gives me reasons to be such a ****.