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#viscous
The feeling of loneliness is slowly crawling back up my spine, to my brain, down to my heart, about my legs, on down to my toes and back around again. A viscous cycle. Cruel? I think not! Over, never. Round & round I go, till it gets tired. Or I eventually go numb.
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
Dead of the Feeling
Any time I think of her my jaw locks and my teeth press into a viscous snarl as if I've become some beast And I would bite with words I've held tight sinking teeth into flesh and getting it where it hurts Maybe I am a rabid animal who's too dangerous to trust but what does that mean when you're the one who made me this way
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Woof
There are some hotdog shaped dogs, They're weird, Seem made up. Nasty little creatures, Vicious, Rotten. Ironic in a way, Probably can't even **** without help, But they're fast, They have strong personalities. I've never met a hotdog Dog Who is not creepy, Their humans are weird too.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
Hotdogs at the park