Aug 2020
I get dizzy daily,
doubting deadly.
I go mad with
breakfast,
and manic
miming,
chaining
choices,
changing
timing.
It's not
choosing one thing
that smalls me,
but refusing
all else,
like a spoiled
king.
doubting deadly.
I go mad with
breakfast,
and manic
miming,
chaining
choices,
changing
timing.
It's not
choosing one thing
that smalls me,
but refusing
all else,
like a spoiled
king.
(34/I'm right here.)
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