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Augh. I wish i could fly like the others. I just wallow in the muck at the bottom and fucking love it when it is reflected back at me 10 fold. Its the only thing giving me anything. I need to realize how fucking disconnected i am and get an extension cord. i need self reliance. I need to stop giving in to others just to make the situation comfortable. I need to stop using flattery for self confedence. Good ol digging myself into holes thinking in circle. Pounding the ground down with my feet. Contact is repulsing latley.
Sometimes when its extra masochisticly degratory its fine though. Oh no. Look at the yellow ducks floating along in the sewage stream. Is it better yet? What hasnt been pickled of them is love. God damn my love is steeped in vinegar.
Sometimes when its extra masochisticly degratory its fine though. Oh no. Look at the yellow ducks floating along in the sewage stream. Is it better yet? What hasnt been pickled of them is love. God damn my love is steeped in vinegar.