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Those thoughts of yours— they make me weak, sweat-born by thinking of you.Situation tangled: sad? happy? I don't know. Fat from feasting on pain.You know I'm not that person now— not slipping into that room this time around.Relation shattered, broke because I told without softness.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
Weak Thoughts Diary
Those thoughts of yours— they make me weak, sweat-born by thinking of you.Situation tangled: sad? happy? I don't know. Fat from feasting on pain.You know I'm not that person now— not slipping into that room this time around.Relation shattered, broke because I told without softness.
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Albertros
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
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