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I'm eating a burnt omelette with sides so hard I'd spit them out and I wonder if I can spit my heart out maybe then I'd stop feeling all my feelings and things wouldn't be so hard and I wouldn't think "am I going to snap?" and then snap and then pretend like nothing happened at all.
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
burnt omelettes
I'm eating a burnt omelette with sides so hard I'd spit them out and I wonder if I can spit my heart out maybe then I'd stop feeling all my feelings and things wouldn't be so hard and I wouldn't think "am I going to snap?" and then snap and then pretend like nothing happened at all.
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
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