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...and 'oh my God' did I cry I sparked like I was made of knives and it carried me I was adopted It took me and I gave up me easily This had become dimensional Life seamed I was played I was playing I was addressing reasoning and burying it fiercely and fare Pounding clay over it and enhancing my surroundings content and without trust Restart Welled and sad Sick excited A primal plug Connected
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Spark plug [of Crying]
...and 'oh my God' did I cry I sparked like I was made of knives and it carried me I was adopted It took me and I gave up me easily This had become dimensional Life seamed I was played I was playing I was addressing reasoning and burying it fiercely and fare Pounding clay over it and enhancing my surroundings content and without trust Restart Welled and sad Sick excited A primal plug Connected
Theses words seem borrowed, adolescent and unpracticed But they are a correct description of the manner in which I cried for the first time as an adult Sometime between the age of 24 and 28
#crying#spark#plug#cry#playing#sick#excited#primal
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
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