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Oct 2019
Who knew all you needed to do was a bit of self-cleaning
A bit of self-healing
Woke up and I took a deep breath
My god this life is a catastrophe
It’s so unpleasant
I launched a substantial amount of smoke in my lungs
I flew away, in my brain
I was gleaming
I roared I wept I bawled
I wanted to settle
I wanted more.
It was never enough
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Teemers
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