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Yes We are gross In the same gross way It’s gross that you wrote me It’s gross that I read it That I read it and didn’t delete it It’s gross that I care What some stranger thinks I hate my sensibilities And my capacity for self sabotage It’s gross that I play volleyball With my own projections That I love myself more Because of whatever you see in me That I love the fictional version of me You made up in your head It’s gross that I toy with the disaster You represent That I feel burdened By my strongly held convictions It’s awful and gross That my shadow and I play bingo on the weekends That our discussions have turned into mutual ************ I wish I didn’t care I wish I didn’t wish I didn’t care Freedom is gross ******* is gross -cole, 10 Nov 2025
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC
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Yes We are gross In the same gross way It’s gross that you wrote me It’s gross that I read it That I read it and didn’t delete it It’s gross that I care What some stranger thinks I hate my sensibilities And my capacity for self sabotage It’s gross that I play volleyball With my own projections That I love myself more Because of whatever you see in me That I love the fictional version of me You made up in your head It’s gross that I toy with the disaster You represent That I feel burdened By my strongly held convictions It’s awful and gross That my shadow and I play bingo on the weekends That our discussions have turned into mutual ************ I wish I didn’t care I wish I didn’t wish I didn’t care Freedom is gross ******* is gross -cole, 10 Nov 2025
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC
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