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Nov 2019
lay me down in the dirt. bury me in the dark soil from which i was built, hide me in the autumn leaves, plant me in the ground. **** me today and dig my grave tomorrow. my now must die before the wildflowers above its corpse sprout into later. ****** the boy you know; do it to make him better.
9/14/2019 11pm why the hell is my writing getting worse. like yeah this is some weird hozier type **** but i mean... kind of a big brain moment? sorry for all the gen z terminology i use in my notes lol
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james  M/Nowhere, USA
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