When I read it, at first I thought it was about something in the forefront of my mind. But I put my phone away, I tuned into a movie that I've seen three times, and I rolled over in my bed, caught by the blackness I had drawn. Then everything in the movie reminded me of things I only allow in small, accidental doses. There is supposed to be something dying inside me. I can feel my calves twitching still and my feet are cold, as they always are. I am deflated, but the wrong things are dying inside me.
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- old habits die handsome
- post idiot morning
- Growing up, i thought i wanted to be a temptress. ...
- Pro Nouns
- pretty girl
- not mad decent
- trickles
- rejected sentiments, always
- how many idiots does it take to change a light bulb?
- wean
- luv u
- And the sight of you
- yeah?
- That was fucking weird
- a holy hand gesture
- rip bay st
- scaramouch
- pratfall
- calvous
- are I?
- uncool shit
- a manic depressive named laughing boy
- they all died cheerily
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