| making_nightmares_come_true | ||
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[you're leaving] {looking through space above glasses... to blurry to see...} the space my mind is given, from not being able to see a sharp reality, results in an immediate conlusion of the very worst possibility {panic, look away} [why did he leave?] ::you made him leave:: [he left because he can't stand to be around me... just like everyone else] just another self fulfilling prophecy |
021220 |
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| x | i've been this version of me more times than i can stand | 021220 |
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| In_Bloom |
AIDS Lung cancer Obesity Meth |
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