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let my emotions take over me,
i feel cowardice waiting for this hourglass
to tip over and break from the weight of the sand,
i used to gain enjoyment from banging pans,
iβm simply satisfactory at slaving on social skills.
i can bullshit a line but intimacy makes my spine tingle.
βi wanted to be a boy forever,β peter said as he banged his head outside neverland.
moldy peaches glazed by sour flies for your picture.
i think cheerleaders make the best protesters.
i think prisoners live the fullest lives.
full sized running back is perfect for running when,
remember when spiderman tried to save gwen stacy and he snapped her neck?
i never would have saved you like that
i wouldβve jumped down so fast that my skin peeled back,
loosely based on fiction I think in sections.
the first quarter is 25 to life for my existence,
this place is a war, PTSD follows me far,
2nd quarter is half of the game for,