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My emotions are parasitical. They drain the sparkle from my eyes, leaving nothing but a smiling shell of a hollow face. My pain stems from the opportunities. Whether they’re taken, or not, mind empty of thought: belief of being free reality of being caught. People experience pain differently. I might have a parasite, But you could have a false knight, Or suffer from a wolf bite Feelings bottled, dynamite. My emotions are parasitical. But, I’m still here.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Parasites and the likes
My emotions are parasitical. They drain the sparkle from my eyes, leaving nothing but a smiling shell of a hollow face. My pain stems from the opportunities. Whether they’re taken, or not, mind empty of thought: belief of being free reality of being caught. People experience pain differently. I might have a parasite, But you could have a false knight, Or suffer from a wolf bite Feelings bottled, dynamite. My emotions are parasitical. But, I’m still here.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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