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i have black makeup smeared around my eyelids adding a nice value contrast to the already present bags and i know i look insane and my sweatshirt sleeves are covered in teardrops and my head ******* hurts and coffee doesn't replace bloodcells like i wish it would coursing through my veins perpetually awake hiding from the nightmares that have set up shop behind my eyelids and the moments leading up to success is pure torture it's a lot of waiting and quiet, violent, personal burning effigies that i didn't even know existed being sacrificed coming to the slow realization that i cannot exist as a cartoon character forever - i must jump the page.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
jumping the page
i have black makeup smeared around my eyelids adding a nice value contrast to the already present bags and i know i look insane and my sweatshirt sleeves are covered in teardrops and my head ******* hurts and coffee doesn't replace bloodcells like i wish it would coursing through my veins perpetually awake hiding from the nightmares that have set up shop behind my eyelids and the moments leading up to success is pure torture it's a lot of waiting and quiet, violent, personal burning effigies that i didn't even know existed being sacrificed coming to the slow realization that i cannot exist as a cartoon character forever - i must jump the page.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
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