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Discarded
02:23
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discarded // awakened by the persistent humming of uneasy vibrations at the onset i recognize the symptoms i stiffen and clench fight through it lay back and attempt to subdue quivering muscles muffle the breathing and sink deep into the springs an instinct that aches beneath sore tired skin trying to escape memories dig into my diaphragmm molten fluid seeps out of me it is ceaseless a membrane of sweat and mucus it engulfs me whole you told me lists and calendars help note cards and letters ill never send - fucking hate you but your voice still lives inside my head it is hard to concentrate on moving forward when your presence keeps me grounded in the past squeezing my eyes shut i fight through it -detach. the only way to obtain peace is to leave my mind an instinct that aches beneath sore tired skin trying to escape
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Wet Lung
02:01
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legs stretched we sit atop a steep pile of rocks you are smacking your gum while smoking a menthol cigarette you chew it the entire time i look up at you and catch a glimpse of your expression distracted and detached you look bored we lock eyes and you feign interest with the slightest smile and foggy eyes i'm always convenient and easily impressed can't remember what we talked about you followed me where ever and pretended to care redirected attention keep smacking that gum. talk about nothing dirty knees and wet eyes i quietly sit and wait, fuck
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Trichotillomania
01:33
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rest easy and stay calm but don't look out the window jump in the shower and bang ur head against the tiles hide crouched when approached hop corner to corner just keep on treading. yeah. you have a problem you run on empty and drain your friends you have a problem you missed the bus and have no money to spend you have a problem you don't have a phone and when you did you had no one to call wish you'd try more wish you'd try even a little stop picking! i can do it myself next time i see you will be at your grave patterns repeat
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Cohesive
01:29
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stayed up all night chain smoking on your porch bugs bite my legs can't we just walk and talk? the sun has scorched my shoulders i'm peeling and red but the cool night air helps bought tampons and razors with my last 5 dollars and i have no where to go shaving in the sink she does fine she has a real life baby smooth i have scabs and cuts and bumps in a perpetual state of irritation let's hang our towels like flags the saltwater stings and i have sand in my lungs we can claim the land live here forever hang our towels up
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Clot
01:53
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i have been postponing this for quite some time why was i forgotten or rather why did you forget? it's the only solution never meant to be and completely beyond your control a presence that isn't missed nor loved i am a ghost remember dancing naked in the fountain when it was hot and your car was in the shop? we walked home dripping we got ice cream that hurt our teeth and froze our tongues hold my hand and tell me about your day i have never mattered i have never mattered my blood is cold
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