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Feb 2021
I'm eating a burnt omelette
with sides so hard I'd spit them out
and I wonder if I can spit my heart out
maybe then I'd stop feeling
all my feelings
and things wouldn't be so hard
and I wouldn't think
"am I going to snap?"
and then snap
and then pretend like nothing
happened at all.
Written by
Sirius
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     daphne, little lion, Raven Blue, ilo, arcadia and 4 others
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