i need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to feel.
the subject is now taboo.
like a woman showing her ankles or wrists in the early 1800's.
its okay to hate your creator(s) right?
i miss, i ponder. theres no stopping that.
one day all of this will be nothing but a laugh.
a, "remember when...".
one day.
dont ask for an explanation.
i wont have one.
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the baby should be here soon.
im excited.
his name will be Jack.
thats tough enough right?
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trip me while im in this robe.
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fuck this antidote,
and its nauseating feeling.
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So, I've made peace with the falling leaves. I see their same fate in my own body.
But I won't be afraid when I am awoken from this dream and returned to that
which gave birth to me. And the story goes on and on and on and on...
like a woman showing her ankles or wrists in the early 1800's.
its okay to hate your creator(s) right?
i miss, i ponder. theres no stopping that.
one day all of this will be nothing but a laugh.
a, "remember when...".
one day.
dont ask for an explanation.
i wont have one.
============================
the baby should be here soon.
im excited.
his name will be Jack.
thats tough enough right?
============================
trip me while im in this robe.
============================
fuck this antidote,
and its nauseating feeling.
============================
So, I've made peace with the falling leaves. I see their same fate in my own body.
But I won't be afraid when I am awoken from this dream and returned to that
which gave birth to me. And the story goes on and on and on and on...