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#blackedout
sometimes when i get sad i sit on my bed and stare at the wall i count every impression and dip i see in front of me until i lose myself in how monotonous the task is i stop thinking and analyzing and evaluating then, when the sun has set and my room is drenched in the dark blanket of the night my mind returns from its absence from whatever vacation it took and everything sets back into normal motion but somehow, im always missing a small piece of myself on the trip back every time i lose myself a little more
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
dazed
Blacked out again, unsurprisingly, swallowing the room. Spinning in a lucid dream, blessed to consume. Breaking into. Ash shadows drill bit chest I am not your savior I am a suitcase bomb I only devour breathing fire and I will apologize to no one for doing what I said I would.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Another Blood Pact