I wonder if cigarettes will kill me.
Or will it be an accident or jealousy— drinking or not, I’ll keep calm- cough out my guts, and have dreams of missing teeth.Ghosts are the bones of television—all the things i haven’t seen seem overwhelming. It’s the weather I think or maybe I’m getting sick or thinking to much—I never have the right clothes and I’ve stopped talking.
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tinybladder said:
no dying allowed
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sqquelette said:
I like u
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