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i really dislike this one, but its finished enough to post.
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theres always a price
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my organs cover the floor.rot, rot, and more rot.for the latest downpour,i made this cardboard grave myself.from leftover pizza boxes,so i can wallow ..
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one day ill understand, or i wont. its beautiful in its own right.
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was it tuesday?it was a tuesday.when the world ended,we watched it burn.two strangers never understanding.was it days, weeks, years?it was years.we we..
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guilt, denial, and still heavy into self sabotage.
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continuing on the theme of self sabotage, this one is iffy.
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my attempt at humor
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all 22 words are the title. this isnt the best i was talking about
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digging, and diggingand digging.as the bell sings,melancholic tidings. soil encrusting my hands,my eyes.was i always this blind?im sure i saw the ligh..
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