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You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close. You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks. I see who you are. Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark, Because your mind has imagined it all.
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Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 11:51 PM UTC
Charles Bonnet Syndrome
You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close. You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks. I see who you are. Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark, Because your mind has imagined it all.
Holy **** I can’t believe you’re alive. I see a corpse.
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21/F/New York City
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 11:51 PM UTC
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