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breathe in incense smoke— swirling carcinogen, but not my favorite. not by far, not when bruised lungs run in the family. smolder, smoke, ash, original sin, a debt i am going to make you watch me pay. i'm always playing the victim. i read seduction, i breathe in incense, to maintain an innocence i never had. it just feels so religious to self-flagellate. i speak in tongues and don't make sense, i try to trace myself through the guilt, and envy jesus. at least he had the nails as reference. how many times you've done this before is about the only difference between being a martyr and deserving it.
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
primordial debt theory
breathe in incense smoke— swirling carcinogen, but not my favorite. not by far, not when bruised lungs run in the family. smolder, smoke, ash, original sin, a debt i am going to make you watch me pay. i'm always playing the victim. i read seduction, i breathe in incense, to maintain an innocence i never had. it just feels so religious to self-flagellate. i speak in tongues and don't make sense, i try to trace myself through the guilt, and envy jesus. at least he had the nails as reference. how many times you've done this before is about the only difference between being a martyr and deserving it.
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
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