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Sep 2015
i died in this

I’m dying

I’m dying to fade

i don’t know

seus

these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write



why is it that I can’t get over these normalities

this trivial

trivial

it's all so wasteful

these emotions

feelings

blocked

solid lining my thoughts

white paint scraping my elbows



stretching chest cavities

hollow and awake
The realisation for need of progression
beenseen
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beenseen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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