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#cwdepression
This oasis. This fertility in the desert, for the deserted, is sinking. is drowning. is not real. Not right now.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
phantasmagoria
Empty-full                                     coats the mouth                                                          Dry.                                                                                         Clenches                                                                                    the             throat                                                    Soft Fist.                                                                                I cannot remember                                                                                    this heart. Only burdened eyes. Only noise.                                          I let go of my claim on                                                          you.                                                                                     Only burned eyes.                                                                                                    No noise. No thank you, I am full. No thank you, I have had enough. Feel to see.                                                                                  To be.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
fin
Empty-full                                     coats the mouth                                                          Dry.                                                                                         Clenches                                                                                    the             throat                                                    Soft Fist.                                                                                I cannot remember                                                                                    this heart. Only burdened eyes. Only noise.                                          I let go of my claim on                                                          you.                                                                                     Only burned eyes.                                                                                                    No noise. No thank you, I am full. No thank you, I have had enough. Feel to see.                                                                                  To be.
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