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Vibes my guys
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I’m actually crying I hate myself why am I so fucking fat I’m so gross I hate this I hate everything
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weren't we the stars in heaven? weren't we the salt in the sea? dragon in the new warm mountain, didn't you believe in me?
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shout out to those whose trauma did not make them quiet and docile but instead made them angry and loud and reactionary. I see you. I am you.
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I’m a poet trust
Do you ever feel like an old piece of furniture? Scuffed and worn, but too broken to throw out. Broken and a waste of space.
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Do you ever feel like an old piece of furniture? Scuffed and worn, but too broken to throw out. Broken and a waste of space.
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I miss the emptiness. It’s comforting. I can’t even cry. I hate these new meds.
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