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Is It time yet, or can I keep acting weird?

by Krufnuf

I don't want to dance, I just want to feel the floor like it's shaking me to death. I don't want to die, I just want the earth to swallow me like a hero treats his wife. I don't want to talk, I just want to feel a different heart against mine all time of the year. I don't want to brag, I just want to show you my intese trust. I don't want to hit you, I just want to remember why I can't have children. I don't want to see your face, I just want to imagine your death over a waspnest. I don't want to write, I just want to stay alive.
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Written by
Krufnuf
Gender Fluid / Germany
For You?
Written by
Krufnuf
Gender Fluid / Germany
Published
Aug 22, 2018
Lines·Words
12·115
Notes

I am slipping

Tags
#death#suffering#suicide#hate#miscarriage#love#insects
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