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rainydayrealestate · 3 years
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i have the personality begging to be told what to do walking around seeing nothing but pale sounds there's a deafening knife in my side and i can't tell when my lines are being crossed but i hope time sees me trying my love language has given up yours is all hope no regrets nothing is prettier than what's next
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rainydayrealestate · 3 years
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i conditioned myself to be my worst enemy. every day is a new blank slate when the brain is eating itself. somber language, first nature. retract then detach. use winter as a metaphor for warmth, coated in apology, signed and sealed with regret. reject present to stay in reverie. i keep revisiting these unpleasant places in my dreams just because they’re new to me. who dare disturb a body of water?
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