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Aug 2021
what a joy it is to think
One moment I’m erratic, borderline ******
My face is sticky, so I’m laughing at his jokes
This is me winding down a mountain

looking to sink as I sing into this drink
YOURE taught to live behind a curtain
Meanwhile snot is oozing out my cheeks
IM watching tv
tremendously pushing buttons
simultaneously tasting sweet

im burning all my clothes and falling from a tower
all the marks were right to manufacture laughter
9:44 pm
Written by
FLESH  22/F/California
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