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| Photophobe smouldering |
Is my hatred. IT comes and goes, and usually I keep it under control. I guess they balance out, over time. If I get to lonely, and act on it, I end up surrounding iwth people I loathe. If I let the snarl inside me build too much, I am overwhelmed by my sorrow. An integral part of me that I hate. The sadness and contempt both. I wonder what I'd do without them though? |
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| unhinged |
there is a warm spot tropical, breezy sometimes with a fountain where i sit beside myself i can still feel the lack but the climate almost compensates for the wounds tempered protected from the severity of my own self_disgust i've been sitting there a lot contemplative disconnected the ache a distant pulling i still feel cast off drifting in/near the fountain the scenery is at least more beautiful |
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| Casey | is my penis | 020703 |