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It's fluid that you are no longer there, it bobs seasick in me When I look for distraction I sometimes succeed, sometimes it gets worse When I build a tough dam of examples how much worse it can be, could have been it just sloshes over my blessings to get attention I don't want to keep talking about it but there is no escape I have to bob along with my sorrow shamelessly let myself be carried
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
It bobs
It's fluid that you are no longer there, it bobs seasick in me When I look for distraction I sometimes succeed, sometimes it gets worse When I build a tough dam of examples how much worse it can be, could have been it just sloshes over my blessings to get attention I don't want to keep talking about it but there is no escape I have to bob along with my sorrow shamelessly let myself be carried
Collection "Moons"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
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