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I never want to feel my **** rubbing through a pile of broken tree branches or the thought of dead leaves piling up on my abdomen only you can tell me how it really is, to be covered in moss to be covered in death sprouting mushrooms from your molars I want to hold something feel it grow inside me, nurture it and spill out into the wide expanse of nothingness a false sea a lonely planet a fading ghost and scream into the laughing pit the empty chasm of anger and self-loathing baaing in insignificance and hollow with my chest nearly exploding I find the words: I am here and I will die and nothing matters and it is terrifying just send me a W-2 let's do it all again, next year
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
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I never want to feel my **** rubbing through a pile of broken tree branches or the thought of dead leaves piling up on my abdomen only you can tell me how it really is, to be covered in moss to be covered in death sprouting mushrooms from your molars I want to hold something feel it grow inside me, nurture it and spill out into the wide expanse of nothingness a false sea a lonely planet a fading ghost and scream into the laughing pit the empty chasm of anger and self-loathing baaing in insignificance and hollow with my chest nearly exploding I find the words: I am here and I will die and nothing matters and it is terrifying just send me a W-2 let's do it all again, next year
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
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