MARINA!

I want to be a nice girl and I like to draw dogs and angels Dandelions are my favorite flower

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You can talk to animals (not with words) but you need to come back down to earth to do it, when I was a kid I could talk to cats better than people, but as I’ve gotten older my brain has gotten worse and I have to remember to remove the buildup of fog and peel back the layers of realities until I am back in the kitchen petting my roommates cat, then I am able to understand him and he is able to understand me, I remember how cats speak and how to listen to them, as a kid I was less selfish and less desperate and time felt less real, I am trying to come back to this state of mind so I can talk to cats better, I really miss them

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insane cardboard scrawlings depicting my incessant cyclical thoughts about death and dying and I cut out all the unnecessary words leaving the bare bones of what the cycle comes down to every time and maybe one day i will remember the answer first

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A storm is coming

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Can’t die

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Y can no one see me

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leaf

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can’t die

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ok

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Every day I have to fight

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You can feel love in the sun and in everything else and have you ever felt the sun or your feelings so deeply and have you ever loved like this and has anybody else?

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Time to think

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Meet me where the tree parts the sky and we will create a new reality between us

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I cannot be irresponsible with created realities because I do not want any more torture in the universe but I don’t understand why they are in my head which is infinite tunnels which is out of my control which can’t be true, I need my protections to work and I need to control my animal body and my difficult mind and I need to escape this labrynth or at least see the sun again

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There are stories of baby birds cemented into the concrete and mosaics of fossilized rat jaw bones, and there are stories of glittering gypsum illuminating paths forward, stories are fake questions and love is always the answer, I wish I knew which part of me held my soul but I know it’s impossible to know anything, I feel my soul is every atom within me and every time I lose a hair or a drop of blood those parts of me have reconvened with the universe and I am everything and you are too, I remember and forgot everything, I remember and forgot everything, I remember and forgot everything.

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Dear god in heaven please protect me from anyone ever looking at me ever again

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We explore trees & lakes!