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Jan 2020
i really want the clouds to go dark
i want the sky to become weird and ****** up
like a grainy vail of an old vhs tape
dispersed into blurry contours, unfocused

eventually everyone ends up alone
wandering through a cold september town              
turning to a ghost from the inside                                                  
desperately wanting to rewind the tape

so what’s the ******* point?
i want to just press stop
about pain of life and shame again
bekh eternal
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bekh eternal  28/M/Georgia
(28/M/Georgia)   
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