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i always look so grumpy i dont know why but i am not grumpy at all at least i dont feel grumpy.
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amplification of oneself.
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unidentified fury.
my phone service is cut off since i have not paid the bills for 2 months. 2 months. and it costs way too much i have no money to pay for it. i can get msg and calls, but i cannot send nor call. the voice and tone of that lady in the recording makes me hate her, hate the company. if you do feel sorry then don't fucking cut the service. you dont feel sorry, dont say sorry. politeness, the most (un)acceptable form hypocrisy.
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blanket of obscurity smithereened into white lather.
the coarse sweet sound.
the salty smell that clinged onto my dark blooming gauze,
fingers clutched.
embraced by the sway of air, and some flesh, some bones.
did i unfold my eyes?
i am such a mortal.
a chance for coma,
hopeful freedom.
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how gullible i am.
i want to throw up from the bottom of the womb.
for at least once.
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