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stretch of rippling muscle sewed by tendons of responsibility buckling beneath the swelling magnitude on one set of shoulders each tear felt for generations each contortion of a hungry gut each night in an unfamiliar bed it is you who holds separate the heavens and earth
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Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
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stretch of rippling muscle sewed by tendons of responsibility buckling beneath the swelling magnitude on one set of shoulders each tear felt for generations each contortion of a hungry gut each night in an unfamiliar bed it is you who holds separate the heavens and earth
i think i’m crashing out again. feeling the weight of the world too much lately, im tired of holding everything up.
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25/F/new york
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
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