An Everlasting Cliche of Deja Vous

It me; 23; University Graduate; lonely in my obsessions; fancy myself a shitty poet; a wreck; My friends are funnier than me and I’m here to tell the story; my cats as side characters

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Maybe one day someone will know me like how my tears know every plane of my face.

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‘Tis the season to find pomegranates at the store ✨

~KiBBitzer reference~

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We buried that shit in a shallow grave and forgot.

Now, the scavengers have been digging.

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Vibin and crying 🤙

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Back on my novel bullshit ~

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Nowadays whenever I make eye contact with his majesty (my cat) I freeze in whatever position I’m in and throw up a peace sign like Big Dumb Bitch.

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Listening to the new Gojo audio (if ykyk) and his moaning gonna make me fricking astral project.. 👀

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Y’all, I think my soul wants to roam but it just hasn’t successfully peeled itself from my body yet..

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I just want to sit in our living room and judge some shitty anime together..

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I don’t want to explain.

I want you to understand.

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My words mean nothing.

So I guess they will just sit there with no reader to view them. Lonely.

There in only dust to collect and time to ignore.

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Would it be wrong if I just scampered into the kitchen at midnight to annihilate the rest of them raspberries?