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Sep 2019
all the words, punctuation and periods cannot describe the constant feeling of laying on my back and the hoping that i can get back up.
this lack of spine seems to be unfortunate because im not sure if i mold to everyone whose ever past by me. this bone structure doesnt seem to be fairing me while with nothing to work on except the dead weight.

but i thought i thought differently, and saw this sideways when it was right side up laying on its side
i wish it couldve been sideways
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