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I quit smoking cigarettes. Romantic ideations of death. Thinking of the paper taste, now brings me the same enjoyment. Balmy, blue summer nights. Cradled my audience of stars. Laughing at the shape of waste, they smile down upon me these days. I don't know why I quit. I don't know why I started. Desperation. Depression. Emulation? My grandpa, he waved his hand with his fingers around bones, tracing orange stories with his dead light, of his would have been adventures would he have had the time. I. I. I. I don't have to die soon! I don't have to re tire to my tomb to spin a tale. I've been so blue. Out of the loop with my body & my mind, but, I. I. I still have the time. I've been so stressed. Forgot I could depress the stress button just fine, On my own! Now, when I have *** I have the breath for pleasure: Oxygen.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Match & Pitch: Junk Wizard
I quit smoking cigarettes. Romantic ideations of death. Thinking of the paper taste, now brings me the same enjoyment. Balmy, blue summer nights. Cradled my audience of stars. Laughing at the shape of waste, they smile down upon me these days. I don't know why I quit. I don't know why I started. Desperation. Depression. Emulation? My grandpa, he waved his hand with his fingers around bones, tracing orange stories with his dead light, of his would have been adventures would he have had the time. I. I. I. I don't have to die soon! I don't have to re tire to my tomb to spin a tale. I've been so blue. Out of the loop with my body & my mind, but, I. I. I still have the time. I've been so stressed. Forgot I could depress the stress button just fine, On my own! Now, when I have *** I have the breath for pleasure: Oxygen.
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Simillacrum
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Simillacrum
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
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