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i am fragile, vulnerable a slave to my feelings which drag me on and on to inaction just chewing the ends of an event, a thing that endlessly bothers me.
are beacons in the night whose curly hair, dark melliflous inkblot the light brushstrokes of God, dotted for the universe to breathe. no breath can hold the sound of a star trailing off
you victimize yourself. You become lazy because no one taught you to be industrious. you are so angry at those who made you into a target, a thing, a transferrance
that a bomb had hit our building. her face was about to crumble. i was about to move, but my back hurt so much. i did not know what to do. someone banged opened the door, asked
that i feel primitive, the violent sick thoughts and emotions inside are tethered togethered, vined in strange fashions, they breathe through terror films, through avenues of shock.