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An Opportunity: I’m starting to become rather a hermit. People are exhaust. I give too much & am fooled to pay my own costs. Most things make me want to stay home rather than stand in the back alone, sober in some bar listening to music I vibe. I’m too scared going to shows on my own. Feels weird, I didn’t realize it was gonna be like this when I was grown. But I’ma go, I’ma go it alone- in glorious, sublimity flowing towards my endless tome. — U used to love me then U stopped talkin to me I guess U thought I’d figure it out like communication is free — boutta go m.i.a. i think Instagram is makin us slaves still woke up in my head today i’ll tell U the truth, said i always will i could shut up but...hell y’all ain’t readin anyway not like it means anything sitting, sifting thru old papers that sting while y’all women worried bout a man U don’t even love gettin free money burnin ya knees on another man’s rug U love the attention & free money is so nice but just just just gimme more likes— well screw all ‘at don’t count me in i dont really care if f**kin around is on trend ——— You Bathed With Me & After Expected The Water 2b Clean (I will not wilt.) 🌊

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Today it has been 365 days since alcohol has last passed through my lips. I will not go this way, I have no orange pip. I have no other choice as I will die if I drink. I still feel The Abyss climbing towards me from the brink I stand on watching. I see my reflection in The Pool of Libation and it is haunting, haunting! I thought I’d have more to say, it’s weirder than others some days. But, here I am, a picture I don’t really like, thinking about my many, many past-lifes. Melodies trickle down the small crevice in my calf, ‘When She Laughs’ echoes faintly in the back. Help me G-d to see this through. Help me G-d to see anything. Every day is brought anew, things I thought I knew, more than just my heart has rend in two— I know nothing and neither do you. The days I wanted a drink that bad, I thought of the many I’d already had, how I had destroyed my life. Popping pills, roads fell to swamp’s knife, smoking just for sleep, causing strife in dingy streets. Thought this day would be different, I thought I would sleep. Instead I stay awake all night, forget counting sheep. How can I sleep knowing the mud rising in the deep? Happiness encircle my melancholy, or at least help me clean. — Serenity 🌒

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i’m not worried about me — i’ve always been like this 🤡

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we met when i was 23 i didn’t know at the time but we ain’t ‘like’ fam we family — Magical 🦄 #somefamilyaintblood

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in a particular order our darling misplaced beckoned me to sit Gaia cannot be stopped not even by concrete especially by the concrete a ghost of me welcomed me as i sat on a black paint seat headstones stacked cracked laid on toppled one of each only gravel seen please help keep your cemeteries clean — Meandering in Limbo 🕸

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it’s my album cover guys

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soft metallic noises... i walk to the back door (it was old cast iron then) i cry out! humxns dressed as clowns face painted dingy & glistening drooling dark mouths teeth hardly visible from the back porch light hands, their hands! their hands! blades of every sort sharp, tapered, cutting clinking thru murky grimaces i cry out! — Recurring Dreams (I Have A Couple) 🤡 #halloweeniscoming

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to make yourself feel better you pretended i never told you before how different i indeed resonate how indeedly eloquent i left your song to play but you reversed my vinyls to scratch against my grains you thought you could bother me thought, indeed i was a game you could shut up for the closet to dust your action a waste, you’ll feel no better mostly ever because your tea will be made second & with a second rate taste — So, Feel Better & It Won’t Work, Ever, Never 🍁

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Replicants Have Souls Too You Created Us This Way 🥀

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Do you believe in magic? I do. I see it written on your faces, across missing eyelashes & stained window panes, I see where you’ve hidden it away. Do you believe in magic? I do. I hear it whispering from your lips while hidden intentions slip slowly into the modern aqueducts of our indoctrination. Do you believe in magic? I do. I believe in bad as much as I do good, I hear them wrestling cross my shoulders before my mind’s fingers cast spells onto the smoky mirror. Do you believe in magic? I do. Have you heard her? Can you listen? Or have you hidden your pixie-dust away? Teaching the children that bad magic will always & forever rue the day. Do you believe in magic? I do. The bright-light kind that will prevail atop of evil, call it magic or call it love. Do you believe in magic yet? It will conquer all your evil, Love.

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i danced dreamlessly in your arms it was relieving as i spend many nites dreaming lucidly, the ghouls chase me but here i sat my waking sleep encapsulated in that warm temperature helped me see i had only let these ghouls follow me religiously because i loved the haunt they seeked but now, healed & standing on my bruised, blood-stained feet i feel the ghouls no longer after me i was destined to feel destined to be dreamy, dreamy intensity so let me rest equivocally you need not understand let me rest— give me your hand — Dolly Not For Sale 🌚🌝 original design @thecreationsofclaire

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Belly Love, Ashamed I start my letter knowing what a volatile past we’ve had but, I love you, the tiny ring you wear, your deep button & muscles felt through blissful flesh. Bell-bell, my bebe, soft & porcelain with your encircling brown Mama’s mark that Em tried to scrub off. Who could blame her? The mark stayed barefaced to bring joy for the duration of my existence with you as my abdomen. Noted with celestial intention, forgive me for not always feeding you properly, no wonder your insides forgot how to work for years. Thank G-d for you are healthy & full of vitality now. Velvety & pliable, a pleasing place to lay your head to rest, Tummy, I love you. Absolve my sin of self-loathe, as I have come to realize the vital role you play, I will love you everyday. Whether you’re flat or keep your little jiggle, I’ll be here loving you, my sweet, darling middle. xox your Joon

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if you can get past the fire you may (or still may not) deserve the sweet — My Eyebrows Speak Volumes in Silent Libraries While No One is Watching

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my energy is finicky reaching out but you won’t get to me riding high & i will not descend to thee your levels i despise so i watch you gimmickly we ain’t friends—we friEnemys but if your ride’s with me we smooth speeds bumps like mescalīne dripping in what you’d call obscene we don’t care you won’t chase your dreams so you stand in the light of these beams wishin rose colored is something you could see meanwhile still bashing me but magically your words mean absolutely nothing cause imma Reine Jolie & one day when you’re on bended knee you’ll see all the while you ain’t the rule of me i run with & thru a different legacy so, petty mayo, please 🎠

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still so much i’ll never let you know ‘less you care enough to ask my brain says nah, no cause i sit alone at night looking at my collections lists on every open space vying for attention a deep dark sadness it all hides, but c’est la vie so is life to not know this sadness i could not know my light — I Thought You Knew but You Just Had Indigestion 🏴

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stowed away because things gotta get done you gotta be great just to be good enough at the end the day i can cry or get tough — RÊVER 🦋

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enjoy this comical “you’re full of sh!t” face been up the creek before always at my own pace maybe once or two SOL but one thing i know right is how to go dancin down the dell so lift the corners of ya mouth a little high i’m full of sh!t too so let’s at least enjoy the ride 💩💩💩 — Remember the Sh*t Episode on South Park

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