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The doll people are gone

They don't know what happened

They looked under our skirts one morning

But all they saw were maggots

They bang their head on the wall

They fucked the art on that afternoon

The dolls are off running and laughing together

Swimming in the milk of the moon

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They didnt notice the Doll People were gone until the maggots came. And after they raged, they fucked the maggot infested imitation.

Because they'll fuck anything.

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Thanks

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How do writers with mental health issues manage to write? I'm struggling with C-PTSD and find myself immobile when I actually sit down to focus on my writing. I don't feel inspired anymore. I dont feel determination. I know I want to write but the drive is gone when I actually get down to it.

Anyone else struggles similarly? How do you deal with it?

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i love london

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Thinking of them