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x-ray room sensory overload scan the trouble in the hope that it goes but it never ever does I read your faux-punk movements easily as I read the mirror's expressions I'm sick of your questions I thought I answered all I had to when I said I wished we'd met when we were both younger and naiver to the way of the world and it's tiny inhabitants that want to prove themselves all too brave; I'm as shameless as a dying something--anything. I say too much to anyone but it doesn't bother me anymore cause I don't see the sense in staying any longer than I have to.
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Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 8:41 PM UTC
Seaonal depression--never change
x-ray room sensory overload scan the trouble in the hope that it goes but it never ever does I read your faux-punk movements easily as I read the mirror's expressions I'm sick of your questions I thought I answered all I had to when I said I wished we'd met when we were both younger and naiver to the way of the world and it's tiny inhabitants that want to prove themselves all too brave; I'm as shameless as a dying something--anything. I say too much to anyone but it doesn't bother me anymore cause I don't see the sense in staying any longer than I have to.
LilRimbaud99
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Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 8:41 PM UTC
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