| blue blood achesmy sensations are distorted.
i think i am sick.
i am missing a part of my aorta.
the part that brings blood to my head.
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| yellingi feel angry. i absorb your hate. so that it is released ten fold upon you. and twenty fold upon myself. i am tired of being oppressed. i long for freedom from having to listen and understand your good intentions covered in death and destruction. the truth is that it has happened before. before you even knew it. and you must accept that it is not the fault of the one you blame.
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| desireslow and gentle, like fallen leaves floating in a stream, will drown in rough waters.
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| why did my father never grow up
to be a man
he will be a zombie boy forever
till the day
i cry
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| everything is temporary
so maybe i can change
back
to age -1000000000
when i was in heaven
or a dinosaurs tooth
maybe a star
dust
falling on the moon
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