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Acid Bath

I am your devil with hands soaked and bloody, to drown someone new — I have set you free.

I tried to hold onto words so volatile and thin, they escaped like water from my burned skin.

I am your devil with a mutilated heart, your promises were fluid poison from the start.

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we dream about perfection, a concept that isn't perfect

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July 5th 2026 12am - Willow Tree [fleeting thoughts]

Days grow shorter within the hourglass we call life ~ I had a memory—a memory when i was a child, a small innocent clueless boy. a cool day, with the kind breeze you only wished for on a scorch of a afternoon like this. i was alone. wondering around my family's farm, running, skipping, simply being a silly boy. i liked to run to this willow tree at the far back of my farm, this willow tree was gigantic. That tree was special to me. i loved swinging on the long, old withes. this tree had a rope tired around the top of the thickest branch, this rope attached to a black tire. i use to sit on this rubber tire. for some reason well a sat on this swing, well i looked at a meadow of long grass that i used to play hide and seek in. My mind went blank, my thoughts stood still, my body halted as i stared into the sky beyond the meadow. the sky was beautiful as ever, but for some reason i didn't notice that day, for some strange reason a feeling cloaked me, i felt a feeling like i was learning to swim in the water yet nobody was teaching me. this feeling lasted for awhile, this feeling i have grown fond of my entire life. Looking back to my innocents, i come to realize my mind is of its own and the chemicals that host me are tainted with errors and delays. Some days i curse these "imperfections" but other days i am glad i survived past twenty.

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You played my ribcage like a harp, yes it made me bleed yet your warmth you were holding me tight that night so i let you play I did not care if i died at midnight, take my life. love, you looked delectable whilst slowly killing me you, all that ever cared about was you, my dear friend.

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I’d rather write someone else’s story than live my own

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you stopped my cigarette’s from burning my house down

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you imagine yourself as a God yet your brain can not regulate feelings It never could the higher your peaks the lower your lows pattern or sporadic emotional flares me, you—we are alike a label yes, yet you are one of a kind [don't let anyone tell you who you are darling, you are beautiful]

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i miss the taste of rum on your lips at midnight our twisted chemistry intermingled creating sick love trading pain for pleasure; unholy desires blood and bones i was her canvas she used me until the paint ran dry where i lay was a sculpture her art was divine you left me with stained white sheets i was sickened with love, riddled with desire blood and bones left dry overnight; filthy yet attractive a sick puppet i was yet i would do it again.

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Hello

3 years inactive — i am back i think

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“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

— J.M. Storm

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Every time I go to bite my lip, I dream about you I replay moments that never happened in my mind Almost like you were here, god the things we would do Imagining my hand gently placed around your delicate neck Feeling your breath on my collar as I stare into your ocean blue eyes Loving every inch of you, kissing your neck whilst graving your hair Pushing your body that you gave to me up against the wall Singing a melody with our moans, squeezing your body Kissing your lips is almost as good as biting them Making my way up your skirt with my lustful thoughts, I need you Whispering that I loved you right before I make you feel warm Picking you up off the ground and tossing you on my white sheets Without hesitation, I rip off your panties Kissing in between your lags, working my way down whilst I hold you As you moan, I start to dream about how I am going to fuck you.

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Draft 2 / No buddy

When someone doesn't feel like they are loved or wanted, they start to feel nothing at all. When you have no true connection from another person for a long period of time, you forget what it feels like to be cared for. People are social beings, we need to talk to one and another, whether you're an introvert or an extrovert. Resting your eyes, knowing that you are not alone helps more than you think.

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I peeled the feeling of love off my skin I tore my beating heart out of my chest Only to look at it bleed in front of me I was still as a lake on a calm morning My hands did not shake or rattle, no They squeezed until my heart stopped aching After I pushed my heart back in my body And sowed my chest back up neatly.

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Draft 1 / Longing Connection

I feel like a micro spec of dust on this planet. I haven't talked to someone genuinely in person for a long time. I end up daydreaming about connection. I am not ready for a romantic connection, but I do dream of it. I replay scenes in my head and get lost in them. Feeling someone's eyes looked onto mine, Feeling like you two are the only thing that matters, Feeling their hands next to yours, A love novel come to life, I would only dream of these things. Until my dream comes true, I will wait for you, whoever you are.

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Your eyes swallowed me whole, a glance, a moment of reassurance, a split second of happiness.

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The rain vibrates my eyes as I write with cold shaken hands. Messy? Yes, yet I still write this love letter for you.

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They ask questions about your day, you answer politely. —listening without noise canceling headphones They ask questions — how are you? Doing good | I am fine, you tell them. You listen, hear somebody’s voice | feel, you feel They ask questions You hear the question, you understand You leave out one part, you leave out — I thought I told you, I am doing good

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I almost feel like a robot at times. Talking with the same sentences, walking the same distances, drinking eating the same things. Sometimes I feel like I want to murder my creator, to get revenge for creating me, how rude to bring me into the world.