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Feelings Decompose
Blow out the candles, to stop her fire. Her wax tears melt down her face, burning her skin. Try to heal, but the wounds won’t close. Try to feel, but the sounds make you numb, make your mind run, and make your feelings decompose.
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I fit into this box so well, but even so, I still don’t listen to these cardboard walls.
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blasé
Am I lost if I dig myself further in, does everything always have to sound so insincere. Sometimes wondering develops its own creative studio in the blank of your mind. Creeps in the afternoon confused with the morning, So carefully blasé.
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