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tumult, grasping for a foothold, just someplace steady that I can use to make sense of things i’m dying, i’m dying, i’m dying desperate, i’m desperate. trying to keep my head about the waves – god why did I never learn how to swim? how does everyone else seem to just know? what is true what is real what is good? do i love them? do i just want to **** them? why can’t i seem to stop scaring people away? i never quite know whether my night will end with me singing on mountaintops or crumpled on a ***** floor i hate it i love it i wish it would stop motion sickness all over again spinning -- why should the earth need an axis? just give me a ******* pill
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
motion sickness
tumult, grasping for a foothold, just someplace steady that I can use to make sense of things i’m dying, i’m dying, i’m dying desperate, i’m desperate. trying to keep my head about the waves – god why did I never learn how to swim? how does everyone else seem to just know? what is true what is real what is good? do i love them? do i just want to **** them? why can’t i seem to stop scaring people away? i never quite know whether my night will end with me singing on mountaintops or crumpled on a ***** floor i hate it i love it i wish it would stop motion sickness all over again spinning -- why should the earth need an axis? just give me a ******* pill
ella-catherine
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
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