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My brain is soaked in lukewarm squalor stagnant it stays the same darkened soiled rotten pictures and I wade through murky water of memories and I feel at home
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
Squalor
My brain is soaked in lukewarm squalor stagnant it stays the same darkened soiled rotten pictures and I wade through murky water of memories and I feel at home
Yet I survive in this state of mind
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
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