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There it is. A bubble red. Buried in the metaphorical rubble. Alive, yet dead. target sighted I'm still wrong, not yet righted. Phasers locked, loaded, and ready to scritch Entering the level of crazy...bitch. And scratch. Penalty shot. And it's GOOD! Though truthfully, I've been here a while. And it's bad. I already lost. Because I always come back to it. Because it's a bug bite ya fools. It's been quiet for quite some time. Because I always come back to it. Because it's actually not a bug bite ya fools. Metaphors are dead and now the smile wears my face like a simile. Thoughts in my head unravel faster than a sweater string all pily.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Metaphors Are Dead
There it is. A bubble red. Buried in the metaphorical rubble. Alive, yet dead. target sighted I'm still wrong, not yet righted. Phasers locked, loaded, and ready to scritch Entering the level of crazy...bitch. And scratch. Penalty shot. And it's GOOD! Though truthfully, I've been here a while. And it's bad. I already lost. Because I always come back to it. Because it's a bug bite ya fools. It's been quiet for quite some time. Because I always come back to it. Because it's actually not a bug bite ya fools. Metaphors are dead and now the smile wears my face like a simile. Thoughts in my head unravel faster than a sweater string all pily.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
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