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I only want to leave when I’m comfortable. What does that say about me? I get in my bed and imagine my life better overseas. I leave my peace in a room with two queens thinking that my bed is a better place to sleep. I found familiarity in a stranger today. I wondered if read more.
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Blurry morning sky, and I’ll rub my eyes awake in an hour. Sitting in the shower, feeling dirty and clean. I wish I could ask him to suck the rot right out of my bloodstream. Gentle baby, touch me just to relieve the part of the seams that are too tight and strung. You’re gone, read more.
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When I get scared on the plane, I picture my neighbor being you. I prop my shoes on the bag you bought me when I turned twenty two. The media is fucked up for selling me this idea of being okay before letting someone play with your emotions. I want to boundlessly skip in the read more.
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I’m sick and I’m crying in my car. I keep looking around to see if people are looking. I cant stop looking. The nostalgia of an incoming autumn always puts me in some weird headspace. I always get sick. This is my first time being sick alone. It’s incredibly depressing. You make your stupid soup read more.
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Some people feel what most people don’t. Some people watch people until they implode. Put me in a movie and everybody will know. I’m a star, the one the people say you are, of the movies we watch that remind us of a future not far. The shooting one that disappears into oblivion for me read more.
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