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thoughts slipping down my face like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat thoughts sticky on my hands lemon and lime sour and sweet all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from slipping off my tongue just more words i will learn to regret later maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut thoughts again, torturing me i barely have enough time to write them down before they go slipping away again like summer like peach sorbet i can taste them now the flavors i can feel it the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet the sand in my hair i can see it the ocean but when i look out my window all i see are trees wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly thoughts don't need punctuation or capital letters they just need empty paper and a dull pencil sorbet doesn't need punctuation doesn't even need summer though, it is better when the sun is beating down and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet thoughts killing me slowly because overthinking is better than overeating and i'm so scared that they will all leave me especially her she scares me because there isn't a thing i can do if she decides i am no longer worth her time thoughts sweet sour sticky slipping just like sorbet what can you do when the world feels like it's slipping through your fingers melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
sorbet
thoughts slipping down my face like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat thoughts sticky on my hands lemon and lime sour and sweet all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from slipping off my tongue just more words i will learn to regret later maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut thoughts again, torturing me i barely have enough time to write them down before they go slipping away again like summer like peach sorbet i can taste them now the flavors i can feel it the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet the sand in my hair i can see it the ocean but when i look out my window all i see are trees wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly thoughts don't need punctuation or capital letters they just need empty paper and a dull pencil sorbet doesn't need punctuation doesn't even need summer though, it is better when the sun is beating down and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet thoughts killing me slowly because overthinking is better than overeating and i'm so scared that they will all leave me especially her she scares me because there isn't a thing i can do if she decides i am no longer worth her time thoughts sweet sour sticky slipping just like sorbet what can you do when the world feels like it's slipping through your fingers melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
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