/u/crying_like_oceans's posts
its your choice of being ablated or affiliated . its your choice of being shoved or loved . its your choice of being tired and aching or wired and shaking
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never find it again because its all written on the page the wooden crown embalmed in blood the splinter that im hanging from or the stake in my hand
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i should write a book its about tapestry its about pages ✝️ i used to worship my temple i used to look at my eyes and se the ciry 🌃 but you can only read y mind 🛐 so deep or sooner or gone 🧬 things you cant decide
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half of a century my eyes . half of a century my eyes . colors fade . as the world turns away . away from the sun . spying liars
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hey holes hey tired eyes hey soft and hard hey whisper and screaming hey whittlestick hey bag of fruit hey bag of lies
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i dont know when i accepted that it doesnt get better but i know that ive felt like a ghost for yearsrr t,, . iit seems like some things dont change even youve done everything right . even when im out having fun its the same as when im lying in bed with my hair i havent washed in weeks
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its a coalition of superstition . its a choice of dividing or providing . its a choice of colliding or overriding .
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