attentionreader
the minds divide, the past repeats.
"murder", she wrote.
do you have an answer?
do you have living proof?
yeah, i am my answer, i am my living proof.
it's been a confusing few days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes. i feel like i've done too much, yet, somehow, never done enough for myself or for others. maybe i should lift the blankets and give myself some air. BREATHE.
i need to breathe. allow for cognitive realization to come back. i've been bleeding others for answers to questions to which there are no answers for questions, guess, guess. GUESS, GODDAMMIT! questions to life, questions for love, questions that bothered him so...
i do love her, i realized a few months back.
i can't always be there to protect the little one, i accepted last week.
you can't fix everyone, i may never accept.
some kind of monster, some kind of monster, some kind of monster, some kind of monster.///twerg\\\
do you have living proof?
yeah, i am my answer, i am my living proof.
it's been a confusing few days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes. i feel like i've done too much, yet, somehow, never done enough for myself or for others. maybe i should lift the blankets and give myself some air. BREATHE.
i need to breathe. allow for cognitive realization to come back. i've been bleeding others for answers to questions to which there are no answers for questions, guess, guess. GUESS, GODDAMMIT! questions to life, questions for love, questions that bothered him so...
i do love her, i realized a few months back.
i can't always be there to protect the little one, i accepted last week.
you can't fix everyone, i may never accept.
some kind of monster, some kind of monster, some kind of monster, some kind of monster.///twerg\\\
No stick-arounders - fuck forever?
Kiss the coals
The open water's my only fear but I'll sail as long as I still have breath in me
These clouds could never hope to save us from such a juggernaut of weight
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