People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
House sleepers important too
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
To own desired objects
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
i sleeps with the fridges
To own desired objects
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
keep thinking I should do something but nah
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
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