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my brain runs away too fast, it gets hernias, writhing in typos and twitching over literary amnesias. i'd try to write or speak words witty, but i fumble and stutter, o! isn't that ****** if you asked me to type it, it would look like 'dixlesyas.'
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
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my brain runs away too fast, it gets hernias, writhing in typos and twitching over literary amnesias. i'd try to write or speak words witty, but i fumble and stutter, o! isn't that ****** if you asked me to type it, it would look like 'dixlesyas.'
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
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