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Nostalgia hijacks unnecessarily bleeding into a bloodless heart where I feel peculiar outside of my puppet body the force dragging me to the next location the next goal the next unfulfilled dream. I do not feel alive. I do not feel like I am breathing. My stomach rises, but my hopes crash. Every lock crunches together when I run into a bad thing I shut myself off to protect myself from an inevitable feeling that will not matter once I'm beyond the earth once I'm packed in a grave and shipped off to the next meaningless life.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Please Do Not Tell Me That I'm Bad Again
Nostalgia hijacks unnecessarily bleeding into a bloodless heart where I feel peculiar outside of my puppet body the force dragging me to the next location the next goal the next unfulfilled dream. I do not feel alive. I do not feel like I am breathing. My stomach rises, but my hopes crash. Every lock crunches together when I run into a bad thing I shut myself off to protect myself from an inevitable feeling that will not matter once I'm beyond the earth once I'm packed in a grave and shipped off to the next meaningless life.
e-townsend
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
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