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Beside a full size bed, full of destiny and dream, a corpse dressed up to fit among the living, softly sleeps. Carving sAl(i)vAtiOn in black marker on the walls, recounting upset memories, I stick the landing. I didn't plan to stay In this depressive state, but I'm fully equipped. Adaptable to necessity, without trying to fit. I may be sad, reclusive, virulent at my worst -- When will you come to terms with this curse? When will you learn it's best you be who you need? When will you fall in love with this curse? When will you learn, there's plenty room for the misfit?
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
She Died Accommodating
Beside a full size bed, full of destiny and dream, a corpse dressed up to fit among the living, softly sleeps. Carving sAl(i)vAtiOn in black marker on the walls, recounting upset memories, I stick the landing. I didn't plan to stay In this depressive state, but I'm fully equipped. Adaptable to necessity, without trying to fit. I may be sad, reclusive, virulent at my worst -- When will you come to terms with this curse? When will you learn it's best you be who you need? When will you fall in love with this curse? When will you learn, there's plenty room for the misfit?
#accommodation#fear#self#love#courage#cautionary#tale#salvation#salivation
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Simillacrum
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
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