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my left wrist is stinging and the choir's stopped singing i'm trying my best not to let these scars rise because all i've got are butcher knives and it wouldn't be very nice to make a mess in someone else's kitchen i don't know where the rags are i can't clean up the puddles puddles are pretty pretty they're pretty good mirrors they're pretty unclear (you can't really see) and the best part is they show a more distorted illusion of me a version i thought i would never be able to see.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
post hallucination rambles (i) 02:34 // 9.6.14
my left wrist is stinging and the choir's stopped singing i'm trying my best not to let these scars rise because all i've got are butcher knives and it wouldn't be very nice to make a mess in someone else's kitchen i don't know where the rags are i can't clean up the puddles puddles are pretty pretty they're pretty good mirrors they're pretty unclear (you can't really see) and the best part is they show a more distorted illusion of me a version i thought i would never be able to see.
i had one of my worst bad dreams - hallucination cycles this morning never have my words been so painfully raw
veganvagabond
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
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