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gorging through the sturdy built walls of persona the piercing beak spares nothing of your emotion unwelcomed but persistent it swoops down filling your ecstatic mind withs its ferocious feathers of poor aura and corruption malovent in its actions; its screeches reflect off of your deception of things that you once loved and held with full appreciation that’s the power of overthinking - for it’s suspiciously secrete like the crow, surviving off of adverse assumptions.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
overthinking feels like...
gorging through the sturdy built walls of persona the piercing beak spares nothing of your emotion unwelcomed but persistent it swoops down filling your ecstatic mind withs its ferocious feathers of poor aura and corruption malovent in its actions; its screeches reflect off of your deception of things that you once loved and held with full appreciation that’s the power of overthinking - for it’s suspiciously secrete like the crow, surviving off of adverse assumptions.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
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