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2d
i said i had to be here out at three, but still in this chair, my back hurts and my mind wants to sleep: somehow i have a plastic stone stuck in the middle of my eyebrows, de-calcify and take the calculator to chip off this calculus that sticks like plaque all over my teeth and my nails: but did I have to take the easy way out> she said she wasn't mad, but somehow my mind still conjures things: out of no clarity: unidentifiable objects, I use consistently words that show vagueness, illusions, maybe I need to go back to reading old knowledge, reading old wisdom: back to who I was without dropping everything. go back to who I was without dropping everything.
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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