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Jun 2014
i want to tear off my skin


i'm stuck in the pendulum of a world
that's purgatory for moments where i feel
numb and moments where i feel
like completely losing my **** and breaking
down into sobs

i don't know what to do with myself anymore

i don't think i've ever known what to do with myself
the mind is an awful place to be sometimes
the existential romanticist
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