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If I put myself out there too much you’ll see how disgusting I am
sometimes I lose sight of control,
lose sight of direction and feel suspended in abyss.
I'm in limbo but on my couch, on the carpet, writing, reading, scrolling, listening, but lost.
under bridges I'm walking on paper floorboards,
falling into darkness of a thousand words clogging my ears, eyes,
I'm stimulated to a ****** of broken lungs,
stunted dreams and desperate
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