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Isn't it kinda crazy when you can actually feel yourself breaking. Like when you tap a plate and can tell if it's going to crack Or something like that. My mum taught me it's something like that. And life's funny cause all while you're breaking it continues. And you're making a strangers morning latte And you're listening to other people ask your favourite lecturer questions And you might be about to fall to pieces. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever actually going to break. Sometimes I think I broke ages ago and just gathered the biggest pieces, Leaving the small shards of myself behind.
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Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
What's the best glue to use on a soul?
Isn't it kinda crazy when you can actually feel yourself breaking. Like when you tap a plate and can tell if it's going to crack Or something like that. My mum taught me it's something like that. And life's funny cause all while you're breaking it continues. And you're making a strangers morning latte And you're listening to other people ask your favourite lecturer questions And you might be about to fall to pieces. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever actually going to break. Sometimes I think I broke ages ago and just gathered the biggest pieces, Leaving the small shards of myself behind.
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Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
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