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Sep 24
I kiss every flower that I pass

As I tear the wings off of bees

They bite me

I don't care too much about their dreams

Their stinger's send me

Send me all the way

I go into anaphylactic shock

But the fruit I know

Still knows

We care about ourselves and ourselves only

One and only lonely and trying to believe in surviving

That's why we care too much

We've given our hearts to everybody

Elese

Who could ever be?

We gave away our selves to try to help our own lives

To live forever

Forgive or don't

I don't care about it

I only know life

From my own

Thought about it
Jace Albine
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Jace Albine  33/M/Mars
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