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In a town where the words just don’t feel the same, I think of dying. White turns to black and back again, in a room where the doors have no purpose or refrain.
Falling down, I feel like I’m flying but I know that the ground will be the last sound that I hear. My [...]
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This is not an end, despite the exhalation of air, I had not done living. temporary asphyxiation on thoughts about thoughts, an indefinite looping refined with each year that passed like a runaway train desperately clinging to a rusted track. I once swore allegiance to a compartmental life, boxed activities and cardboard cut-out friends, an [...]