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Jun 2021
tripping so hard licking dry cement
talking so wack losing all common-sense
dreams so dead what did any of it meant
babe’s flesh feels like plastic meat

eyes all wide LOOKING RIGHT AT ME
EYES ALL WIDE glares just like a creep
no one speaks RESPECT THE DEAD
NO ONE LEAVES this is the end

delirious hyperactive paranoia
delicious hypersensitive paraphernalia
spongebob episodes play out like a poem
sobbing like a hobo in my motorhome
perfectly describes my 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥
badtaste
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badtaste  20/M/Murray, Kentucky
(20/M/Murray, Kentucky)   
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