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my thought fibers push past the clutter, swirling around until my brain twists into knots and my heart follows suit, its veins tangling like spider webs until my feet get swept off the ground and my body gets ****** into the black hole.
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Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
thoughts: a black hole.
my thought fibers push past the clutter, swirling around until my brain twists into knots and my heart follows suit, its veins tangling like spider webs until my feet get swept off the ground and my body gets ****** into the black hole.
soulmusings
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Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
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