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three minute samples a baby girl, you’ll have her damn,know what's been bothering me this whole time? shoved myself away a moment of crime so easy to let go of the self its like im not even mine moments slip and fly there's years of my life i can’t remember and why really so asleep wishing death all the time not really understanding death at all at the time just a kid i was blind, it tore me inside and ended up, well, nowhere in fact, all of the moments in present reenact- imagine that three minutes into something; forget, once again to breathe- some other thought tore my eyes out bore into yet another mindless pattern to which i say, wholesome; that in my breath is contained, effort & surrender, a goal at which to fling thyself off every mountain to press the feet off (and jump) wasn’t ever scared to turn the mouth off and jump wasn’t ever any fear, that was my innocence and luck if you fling yourself off from the mountain and jump, **** it upwards spiral towards nothing
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Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
11.26.2020
three minute samples a baby girl, you’ll have her damn,know what's been bothering me this whole time? shoved myself away a moment of crime so easy to let go of the self its like im not even mine moments slip and fly there's years of my life i can’t remember and why really so asleep wishing death all the time not really understanding death at all at the time just a kid i was blind, it tore me inside and ended up, well, nowhere in fact, all of the moments in present reenact- imagine that three minutes into something; forget, once again to breathe- some other thought tore my eyes out bore into yet another mindless pattern to which i say, wholesome; that in my breath is contained, effort & surrender, a goal at which to fling thyself off every mountain to press the feet off (and jump) wasn’t ever scared to turn the mouth off and jump wasn’t ever any fear, that was my innocence and luck if you fling yourself off from the mountain and jump, **** it upwards spiral towards nothing
deadboycreek
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22/Non-binary/mérida, yucatán
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
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