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Discovering all of the holes in my boat changing channels, moving remote wonder how far my legs can take me ponder where i hid my hope clinging then climbing stimming then silent i have anxiety that i wear like a backpack i have meds that keep my grey train on track tired of wildfires and thunderstorms they say its natural you know? that my autonomy is second hand to the chemistry its factual you know? the cocktail of chemicals that ruminate dispelling a flesh body’s gloomy state
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Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 5:02 PM UTC
Rumination
Discovering all of the holes in my boat changing channels, moving remote wonder how far my legs can take me ponder where i hid my hope clinging then climbing stimming then silent i have anxiety that i wear like a backpack i have meds that keep my grey train on track tired of wildfires and thunderstorms they say its natural you know? that my autonomy is second hand to the chemistry its factual you know? the cocktail of chemicals that ruminate dispelling a flesh body’s gloomy state
munybee
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Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 5:02 PM UTC
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