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May 2019
look at this
this condensed structure of bone
and syrup
with its jaw slack
and it’s eyes so empty
gather round and take a glance
at this creature
stumbling about in a trance-like state
of corrupted effort and damnation
it is the spirit of exhaustion
and disappointment
it hides in your closet

it certainly hid
in mine
the creature is me. take a ******* look at who i am. god knows i’ve seen enough of it.
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alex  22/Non-binary
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