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cold no wait burning up inside hallucinating things was that real? i'm wearing my hiking boots; you see? i am ready for the apocalypse kids ibuprofen and a few loose pills in my backpack fully charged vape and a half blank sketchbook hole in my arm where the doctor opened me up giddy despite the down sad music playing i ache to be a man to be fixed Ira tempts me let it burn well i am burning my fingers with a lit cigarette no--- wait a metallic pink vape, tastes like melon i want to dance on the nebulae breathing in the nothing of space anchored to this fragile human body but i am not human you see? i am something else subtly disowned by god my back aches where wings should be my vision isn't quite right not enough eyes i suppose nearly lost my right one at six years old cause i was just tired no not tired, suicidal seeing the sun set and the moon rise i wait for the world to end i ache for a dystopia where i can just be biting and snarling cause everyone carries a weapon even me a knife, a small kitchen knife how will the world end? i hope everything just ceases to be... unfinished
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
a storm on the horizon
cold no wait burning up inside hallucinating things was that real? i'm wearing my hiking boots; you see? i am ready for the apocalypse kids ibuprofen and a few loose pills in my backpack fully charged vape and a half blank sketchbook hole in my arm where the doctor opened me up giddy despite the down sad music playing i ache to be a man to be fixed Ira tempts me let it burn well i am burning my fingers with a lit cigarette no--- wait a metallic pink vape, tastes like melon i want to dance on the nebulae breathing in the nothing of space anchored to this fragile human body but i am not human you see? i am something else subtly disowned by god my back aches where wings should be my vision isn't quite right not enough eyes i suppose nearly lost my right one at six years old cause i was just tired no not tired, suicidal seeing the sun set and the moon rise i wait for the world to end i ache for a dystopia where i can just be biting and snarling cause everyone carries a weapon even me a knife, a small kitchen knife how will the world end? i hope everything just ceases to be... unfinished
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
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