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when i feel down for knowing i know i don’t not stoop low i cut morbid short circuits shorter for torture. torn rapture it incapacitates and breaks order. to do so i con endorphins. i feel small. especially when they grow and go. and i'm here. more                                                             alone. than ever before. i resort not to overflown words nor spilled souls poor or porous they transform whole into prose seldom spoke almost as though forced forward fueled by formerly foreign external forces and i'm a foreigner. and i'm a xenophobe. and i am a vagabond gone rogue to enforce laws and propose chaos my thoughts provoke. i ****** them to withdraw. they pass it on. they're why i’m so withdrawn. to belong, i pass it forth. and i'm so far gone regardless, i will keep withdrawing.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
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when i feel down for knowing i know i don’t not stoop low i cut morbid short circuits shorter for torture. torn rapture it incapacitates and breaks order. to do so i con endorphins. i feel small. especially when they grow and go. and i'm here. more                                                             alone. than ever before. i resort not to overflown words nor spilled souls poor or porous they transform whole into prose seldom spoke almost as though forced forward fueled by formerly foreign external forces and i'm a foreigner. and i'm a xenophobe. and i am a vagabond gone rogue to enforce laws and propose chaos my thoughts provoke. i ****** them to withdraw. they pass it on. they're why i’m so withdrawn. to belong, i pass it forth. and i'm so far gone regardless, i will keep withdrawing.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
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