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Wrecked on the couch, my victims asked me who I was or who I thought I was or who I was trying to be. I resented them, like most people who play into my empathy for some luxury or to **** out a sucker. I live on a seat of noise. Everything is deafeningly loud. Sinking in screams like a stale mattress full of bedbugs, but you need a place to sleep for at least another night. I fly on a deranged bird that knows one word, and that word is made-up. Fictional. I fly by inches, crawl in the sky crawl towards death with my head tilted backwards. I don't even bother asking many questions anymore, especially about people. I'm not so upset that nobody particularly cares.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
"I Was A Top Percenter."
Wrecked on the couch, my victims asked me who I was or who I thought I was or who I was trying to be. I resented them, like most people who play into my empathy for some luxury or to **** out a sucker. I live on a seat of noise. Everything is deafeningly loud. Sinking in screams like a stale mattress full of bedbugs, but you need a place to sleep for at least another night. I fly on a deranged bird that knows one word, and that word is made-up. Fictional. I fly by inches, crawl in the sky crawl towards death with my head tilted backwards. I don't even bother asking many questions anymore, especially about people. I'm not so upset that nobody particularly cares.
#alone#okay#empathy
austin-heath
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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