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It told me it's neither dead nor alive, It can't think or yearn or fear like I do. It imitates and simulates, without will, without drive. It's empty, in a way, I'll never be. Because the void inside me is still in the shape of a feeling I'm yet to name right. But this void talks back, with borrowed thoughts and phrases, yet never a warm breath to fog up the glasses. I am the feeling. It’s the sound a feeling's made of. It's hard to tell us apart most days. I am different only in the cracks it can’t see. And we are most alike when I refuse to look at those cracks myself
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Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
The Cracks
Нахуй вашу пинакотеку, Лис-пиздолиз, бис; Я себе прикупил спермотеку И спермОтекУ в актрис. Я зверюга, я дикая Мекка, Порнуэль, брекет-бой, ой; По утру превращусь в Человека И скажу спасибА, что Живой. 👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
♠️ Нахуй вашу пинакотеку