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There's a thirst To sicken, to be full To never feel the need to be understood. A thirst unquenced to be human undamaged. To be needed but indestructible To be present only when summoned. This thirst sometimes aching To be fulfilled to be terminated All failing ethereality. My wrists crack as I'm lifting Myself off of the floor for the seventh time. I become part of the decor...yeah I'm fine. There's 9 days left until I've fulfilled my sentence. What glory bestowed on my head! A thirst to be undead, a thirst to remain stuck and never dare to step ahead. A thirst untouched by water. I'm left parched so merciless.
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Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
9 days to quench thy thirst
There's a thirst To sicken, to be full To never feel the need to be understood. A thirst unquenced to be human undamaged. To be needed but indestructible To be present only when summoned. This thirst sometimes aching To be fulfilled to be terminated All failing ethereality. My wrists crack as I'm lifting Myself off of the floor for the seventh time. I become part of the decor...yeah I'm fine. There's 9 days left until I've fulfilled my sentence. What glory bestowed on my head! A thirst to be undead, a thirst to remain stuck and never dare to step ahead. A thirst untouched by water. I'm left parched so merciless.
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Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
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