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plalace
- Feb 19, 2024
- 48
cloistered. little fairy tale, yes, a fairy, they cut my wings. They took them, let them dehydrate, I took so much care of them, let them dry in the sun. They picked them, like French fries, they ate my flight. Little fairy without wings, my freedom? In someone's stomach. Boring, boring.
Tired, tired, tired, tired. Do they still love me? Will they love me? The worst part of a relationship is sustainability, there's no point in having a good moment, continuity! It needs construction, time, several fragments of effort. A little and it breaks, unfair? Unfair.
Tired, tired. I should have accepted the other vacancy, should I have done that better? I should have studied more, not given up on chemistry. I love chemistry, do I? Why do I love it? Was it an invention? A dream? Idealism? I wanted to study again, college next year. Will it? Will it? Will it? Will it? Will it kill me, listen, are you going to kill me?
I don't understand, take care of me, hurt me, and understand, but do you want to die? Do you want to die? I want, I want, I want. Stars spray pollen, bless the questions of ancient hermits, the universe smells of ewgw
devevfj. Metal! Smell of blood, great cosmic body in putrefaction, what else did you expect?
Endure more, more, more, and more. The problem with surviving one day is that there's another one after. Effort that is not demonstrated, because it is basic. Living is a standard, not an obligation, no merit in continuing, just what is expected, right?
Tired, tired, tired, tired. Do they still love me? Will they love me? The worst part of a relationship is sustainability, there's no point in having a good moment, continuity! It needs construction, time, several fragments of effort. A little and it breaks, unfair? Unfair.
Tired, tired. I should have accepted the other vacancy, should I have done that better? I should have studied more, not given up on chemistry. I love chemistry, do I? Why do I love it? Was it an invention? A dream? Idealism? I wanted to study again, college next year. Will it? Will it? Will it? Will it? Will it kill me, listen, are you going to kill me?
I don't understand, take care of me, hurt me, and understand, but do you want to die? Do you want to die? I want, I want, I want. Stars spray pollen, bless the questions of ancient hermits, the universe smells of ewgw
devevfj. Metal! Smell of blood, great cosmic body in putrefaction, what else did you expect?
Endure more, more, more, and more. The problem with surviving one day is that there's another one after. Effort that is not demonstrated, because it is basic. Living is a standard, not an obligation, no merit in continuing, just what is expected, right?
