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those filthy parts of you you keep out of public veiw I feel just the way you do about the heartless wreck I am & all this **** I'm going through. ashamed at my amazement. taming is the same as breaking. it's risky but worth the taking. don't you see all the crazy? scribbled on my face & this time the blame is not a brain blotted dodgy with synthetic smile makers. genetically mutated color crayon child molded by mistakes gold eyed & awakened unafraid, but folding, otherwise okay. you & I sure are something. wild. & its fine with me. I like wild things. violating the virulent miscreant blind with narcissistic misanthropy tiring game sick twisted lovely terrific I'll give it a home & call it all my own. tides of change tied to chance the water's choppy. the roads is rocky. every last candy *** happy avenue. it wont stop me. will it stop you? black angora silver umbilical cord fast flippant forward man it's ******* freezing! I can't feel anything! I hold tepid a fond memory at sun-up when we finally sleep we can share this tedium & not feel as boring. we'll speak in the morning.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Cocoons, Ripping Myself Open
those filthy parts of you you keep out of public veiw I feel just the way you do about the heartless wreck I am & all this **** I'm going through. ashamed at my amazement. taming is the same as breaking. it's risky but worth the taking. don't you see all the crazy? scribbled on my face & this time the blame is not a brain blotted dodgy with synthetic smile makers. genetically mutated color crayon child molded by mistakes gold eyed & awakened unafraid, but folding, otherwise okay. you & I sure are something. wild. & its fine with me. I like wild things. violating the virulent miscreant blind with narcissistic misanthropy tiring game sick twisted lovely terrific I'll give it a home & call it all my own. tides of change tied to chance the water's choppy. the roads is rocky. every last candy *** happy avenue. it wont stop me. will it stop you? black angora silver umbilical cord fast flippant forward man it's ******* freezing! I can't feel anything! I hold tepid a fond memory at sun-up when we finally sleep we can share this tedium & not feel as boring. we'll speak in the morning.
Maybe there's a prize inside.
#love#yourself#accept
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
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