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--work in progress--

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started making patches

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found lucky cat and a song :3

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lines done. druid lady

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i'm in tents i don't pantone he's a fence and won't condone my lame antics just take me home so i can sleep alone

you're hot fire my little stove i'm live wire too fried to move are you tired? or deep in love? i'm glad you drove through ice you dove my waters sank and rose

now the meow wail at the door wake up face (found my face) the kitchen floor i'm awake (i'm not sure) dunno what for there's songs inside to sing here and in my head (hands) you linger truth is we've got a ringer

my only wish is to connect see and be seen til nothings left to smother there or keep in check and maybe i can breathe a small sigh of relief oxygenated peace (an oxygentle breeze)

your sails will catch my wind fall in and out again with wings no longer pinned some damage on the mend

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Which road do you take when there's no way to know? If the one that you choose might never lead home, or take you to the place that you always were going. Without a map, or a compass, or phone, I'd never feel lost if I constantly roamed. But I like to make trails, not wander alone. Which road do you take when there's no place to go?

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selfie

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i’m staying in bed today

i'm sick of being tired and i'm tired of being sick and sometimes i just want to tell the world to suck my dick

cause everything is garbage and everything is poo and frankly i am fucking done with listening to you

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I miss my hat

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i also write shitty poems, here is one

there's nothing in my head, i want to watch t.v. instead my will to live is fully dead my only trophy is my name deeply carved, sincerely wrote onto couch cushion and remote trying hard is too much strain lets watch that other show again to make me laugh a stupored smile i might feel better for a while til i recall that times a wasting so i get wasted

i have no motivation

i used to like to do things that made my creative parts sing the loss of satisfaction stings now i just want to close my eyes and nap, ignore the buzzing flies of thought which crash into my brain i wouldn't try that shit again cause i will not be listening

you'll just wear out those tiny wings

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You get eyebrows! And you! And you! Everybody gets eyebrows!!!

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tru story guys. nuthin wrong with her sept her feelings