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i forget myself, and then realize that you are still standing there. and i want to say tall, but not. because this is life, and its real...there is nothing slicing away the layers. we all have them. on the outside there is beauty breaking thin. but deeper past it is the life.
is the place i am.
im nothing on the outer layer, and i forget myself all the time.
everything is captured, frames, telling stories. telling lies. its just another way of defacing humanity. we are only showing part of it, part of the whole...and taking credit for the discomfort and beauty. messes. chaos. we love the decay, thats what he says.
id like to see the life behind the teeth. dig past his layers, thick as leather, and see. not like mine, not like yours. we are thin to eachother. i am thin to everything. i am nothing and everything...and oh, its becoming a chore.
this is ignorance. my life, shaping up to nothing now.
im forgetting me. everysecondover.
faces. facing. and the flowers flour, but no.
415. i wish you called. nevermind. the faces!
is all....theere could be.
is the place i am.
im nothing on the outer layer, and i forget myself all the time.
everything is captured, frames, telling stories. telling lies. its just another way of defacing humanity. we are only showing part of it, part of the whole...and taking credit for the discomfort and beauty. messes. chaos. we love the decay, thats what he says.
id like to see the life behind the teeth. dig past his layers, thick as leather, and see. not like mine, not like yours. we are thin to eachother. i am thin to everything. i am nothing and everything...and oh, its becoming a chore.
this is ignorance. my life, shaping up to nothing now.
im forgetting me. everysecondover.
faces. facing. and the flowers flour, but no.
415. i wish you called. nevermind. the faces!
is all....theere could be.