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Your take on death Has nourished my flesh What if you were not With me nonchalant I would be a mess-- But father knows best Now tell me, how do I Move on, or abscond? I miss you. I love you. I'm not what you want. I failed you Derailed you Now here I am, gaunt.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
Tired, Mired, Uninspired.
Your take on death Has nourished my flesh What if you were not With me nonchalant I would be a mess-- But father knows best Now tell me, how do I Move on, or abscond? I miss you. I love you. I'm not what you want. I failed you Derailed you Now here I am, gaunt.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
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