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#peaksandtroughs
I’m invincible, unstoppable until I stub my toe and come a cropper and the earth below me shifts and sits on my chest with a manic grin The gasp for breath like a feeble request for one more chance, ******* properly in a bunch as all avenues close These are the swings and roundabouts, the reciprocal motions that see rise and fall as one decades in you’d think it’d all make sense but this viscous, thick emotion is as sticky as always
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Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 8:06 AM UTC
Old, whys