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In a minute, I'm a *** smirk. A shiny fang to show. This pleasure, bundled into nerves, will decompose. There isn't one chance. Not one savior. Evolution, it still takes its molasses-sweet-ass-time. I won't pray. I won't wait. As I am & I shall be the anti-divine. I'm a literal piece of **** I've long since comes to terms, to terms with it. I'm a depiction of the pits. I've long since loved my worst, my worst and best. (...) In a minute, I'm a lost eye. A stab wound, deep & old. This sadness, bound in my synapses, wants me to know: There is no escape. No dissuasion. Neurodivergence, it wrestles my ill logos for control. I won't pray. I won't pray. As I am & I shall be funny chemicals. I'm a literal piece of **** I've long since comes to terms, to terms with it. I'm a depiction of the pits. I've long since loved my worst, my worst and best.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Chemical-B (Side)
In a minute, I'm a *** smirk. A shiny fang to show. This pleasure, bundled into nerves, will decompose. There isn't one chance. Not one savior. Evolution, it still takes its molasses-sweet-ass-time. I won't pray. I won't wait. As I am & I shall be the anti-divine. I'm a literal piece of **** I've long since comes to terms, to terms with it. I'm a depiction of the pits. I've long since loved my worst, my worst and best. (...) In a minute, I'm a lost eye. A stab wound, deep & old. This sadness, bound in my synapses, wants me to know: There is no escape. No dissuasion. Neurodivergence, it wrestles my ill logos for control. I won't pray. I won't pray. As I am & I shall be funny chemicals. I'm a literal piece of **** I've long since comes to terms, to terms with it. I'm a depiction of the pits. I've long since loved my worst, my worst and best.
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Simillacrum
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
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