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line the shores with hospital beds let them sleep by the sea if nothing else they can jump the fence untethered from the bodies but when the credits roll i still won't get up to leave because behind the smoke screen of relapse there's figures waiting for me   some days i'd like to stay some days i'd like to drift away i've never had an original thought but i keep thinking them anyway so what will it be: a slice of life, or a chunk of wrist?
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
it's all wrong, it's alright, it's all wrong, it's alright
line the shores with hospital beds let them sleep by the sea if nothing else they can jump the fence untethered from the bodies but when the credits roll i still won't get up to leave because behind the smoke screen of relapse there's figures waiting for me   some days i'd like to stay some days i'd like to drift away i've never had an original thought but i keep thinking them anyway so what will it be: a slice of life, or a chunk of wrist?
sometimes i feel like i can move mountains and other times i feel like i'm underneath one. into it and over it. we'll continue this elsewhere
#stuck#no#empty#bottles#take#a#bow
achillesontheroof
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achillesontheroof
19/M/Australia
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
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