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It is crawling into my conscious feeling; skin curls slowly, flooded my brain of useless anxiety from pure- nothingness The willow tree screamed: toxicity! and I sat under it cooling my head into 'calm' pieces, this funny situations of pure, mad idiocy
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Willow tree
It is crawling into my conscious feeling; skin curls slowly, flooded my brain of useless anxiety from pure- nothingness The willow tree screamed: toxicity! and I sat under it cooling my head into 'calm' pieces, this funny situations of pure, mad idiocy
Hot summer, brain all slushy
Tint_Grin
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
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