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the heating is clicking not steady, without rhythm, yellow skin against my bones Mom is already complaining the sun is warming a cold little body keeping it from going numb, I wish to have more control but the thinking only works afterward my brain goes white out of all the colors, water is my new best friend until it consumes me and makes me stop the thing forever I can already taste the lust for extinction, but the world seems to make it its own pain out of unnecessary things, surroundings are out of place and my head is floating into the great dark
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Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
yesterday's midnight
the heating is clicking not steady, without rhythm, yellow skin against my bones Mom is already complaining the sun is warming a cold little body keeping it from going numb, I wish to have more control but the thinking only works afterward my brain goes white out of all the colors, water is my new best friend until it consumes me and makes me stop the thing forever I can already taste the lust for extinction, but the world seems to make it its own pain out of unnecessary things, surroundings are out of place and my head is floating into the great dark
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Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
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