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04.16.2020

by deadboycreek

existence goes from point a to point be, point a is a darkness, and vast like the sea, we manifest in the darkness, a frantic plea, the moment i died i was glad to be me      surrender last breath, no resistance, no pause happy to go because i was happy i was whatever i was, collapses, four walls i howl in the dark it tears from my jaw           collapse on the ground from euphoria, pain gawk from outside of myself, dissect my own brain what does this body, this vessel contain drift aimless in absurdity, i die death by rain      this water wont let me breathe, breath is inane faces with the eyes rolled back, their laughter insane i'll tell you what the joke is now, gather myself up and explain 108 billion bitches, we all live and die the same       and i get too anxious at night, i feel the blood neck in my veins feeling like a fucking ball of meat, an animal again i'm an animal again, frantic, erratic inhumane if i let the fear go to my belly, it will give me a migraine       in the empty room, i let go, all emotion is mundane just chemicals in my brain, just compounds all in vain if an answer could be found, inward bound and arcane no trite shit, acknowledge all and every is profane             comfort is a falsehood, a funny jest to entertain existence is disquieting, a real bitch to explain language is a funny string, language is a cage language is my favorite toy, keeps my lil brain engaged        i like to move furniture around, i like to rearrange stare back into the mirror, watch my skin drip, i have aged it frightened me so much i learned to laugh right to my face i order my books by color, i make myself laugh on a page           the only thing that matters as i dream away the days the blunt force of my human will,the impulse to create      it fills me with an unknown light, it filters all my rage organize and reassemble, acceptance, no afraid am i letting all control go is this bitch breaking the chain least until i wake again, step outside another cave
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22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
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22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
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Apr 30, 2020
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