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big black molten pit churning, relentlessly swirling, there is no after the fact, no event can be dreaded and gone over, because it never stops. always twisting and moaning, wriggling around guts and spines screaming, it’s screaming so loud but no one can hear, so the blackhole exists to no one else but me.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
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big black molten pit churning, relentlessly swirling, there is no after the fact, no event can be dreaded and gone over, because it never stops. always twisting and moaning, wriggling around guts and spines screaming, it’s screaming so loud but no one can hear, so the blackhole exists to no one else but me.
#sad#mad#bad#rad
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ryan-17
17/F
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
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