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stuck in a costco my brain begins to melt due to the food court aroma that i smelt, i felt too much and too little as my brain began to become more fickle i saw the flowers stuck to wilt the shelves up to and fro as i felt the world begin to slow sunken into the couch, so long ago i felt the memories came back, the bad hand i was dealt not all bad but not all good he never answers but he should for i started to cry in this little feud remember how angry he was, so mean and rude. to tell me to die on my birthday, what a shame, a shame on this costco day.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
costco
stuck in a costco my brain begins to melt due to the food court aroma that i smelt, i felt too much and too little as my brain began to become more fickle i saw the flowers stuck to wilt the shelves up to and fro as i felt the world begin to slow sunken into the couch, so long ago i felt the memories came back, the bad hand i was dealt not all bad but not all good he never answers but he should for i started to cry in this little feud remember how angry he was, so mean and rude. to tell me to die on my birthday, what a shame, a shame on this costco day.
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Mar 3, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
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