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I like loading And the faint sounds in the distance And the breif whispers to keep me cold company I like things I don't recognise Styles I step on I like far away I hate him I want my eyes to be different I hate how polite he looks I want to rip his eyes out and replace them with just the pupils and the cornea and the parts I like I want him to be parts I like But he never is Whenever I'm convinced he will be what I ask He waddles out, all scrunched up, not wanting to step around too much in case his footsteps are too loud, god I hate him
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Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
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I like loading And the faint sounds in the distance And the breif whispers to keep me cold company I like things I don't recognise Styles I step on I like far away I hate him I want my eyes to be different I hate how polite he looks I want to rip his eyes out and replace them with just the pupils and the cornea and the parts I like I want him to be parts I like But he never is Whenever I'm convinced he will be what I ask He waddles out, all scrunched up, not wanting to step around too much in case his footsteps are too loud, god I hate him
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Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
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