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Where is the sound of birds Or the touch of wind up my back Even this page is a silence that words crack Come back, snap the stupid out from between my ears Steady my hands and ******* my fears I don't care that it makes me conscious of all I lack Cheers softly sing around brick walls Consternation bemoans itself in the space between I relieve myself with writing until I start to hate it Then I write something new to distract myself from that until I hate it I hate it -And I wear that straight jacket because there's less joy in reaching the top of the same mountain every time you climb it, and I need the exercise- God? Is that you Oh Sorry You look like someone I haven't talked to in awhile
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Is that you?
Where is the sound of birds Or the touch of wind up my back Even this page is a silence that words crack Come back, snap the stupid out from between my ears Steady my hands and ******* my fears I don't care that it makes me conscious of all I lack Cheers softly sing around brick walls Consternation bemoans itself in the space between I relieve myself with writing until I start to hate it Then I write something new to distract myself from that until I hate it I hate it -And I wear that straight jacket because there's less joy in reaching the top of the same mountain every time you climb it, and I need the exercise- God? Is that you Oh Sorry You look like someone I haven't talked to in awhile
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Luby
23/M/Somewhere near San Fran
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
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