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Oct 2018
Jumbled passion I’m just stripping it down to sing through the door.

I wish it was all simple but it’s not so I’ll  dance in rain storms until they can’t see me crying. Or is it laughing alone into the dark i figured out tic tac toe but I’m  on to another angle

Stuck inside my comfy coffin coughing out loud at night to know I’m still here blankets held me in tight nailed to my bed life there’s no tomorrow.

Mothership had no room for homeless loveless lovers who’s world had gone light years away. Sometimes you have to factor in the phone calls they made to get past you and leave you here.

The butterflies in your stomach like the moment before they contact you and you don’t understand how they feel even if you can’t figure the factors the equation will never add up.

This was just thought 37,000 of 1 million and I’m not gonna grow up anytime soon so leave me sedated in the sedan with medication that binds me to the stars.
Wrote this through the day today. The idea of being stuck in my bed like it’s a prison was in my head for it.
Stolenghost
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Stolenghost  38/M/Louisville
(38/M/Louisville)   
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