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May 2014
i dont even know what i am trying to say anymore
what do you call something that grows and grows to its largest possible capacity and then fold into itself? i wonder if there is even a word for it.
I feel an overwhelming sense of nothing-ness that clings onto the the end of every one of my thoughts. Like my stream of consciousness is a big game of snake that ends where it starts.
Anna Elguera
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