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Nov 2018
you won’t have the courage to tell her your body is only made up of skin and blood and bones and boy and some days your body is just a clothes rack waiting to be hung and some days you chain smoke nicotine just to feel like you’re halfway committing to suicide and some days your bed will become the only person you contact while the whole world stops
a lil' cut-out from a spoken word i wrote
the existential romanticist
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the existential romanticist  F/amongst the stars
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   Eunyeong
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