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we live here too.
we even care about you.
we'll heal the world
better than
you'd ever do.
faith does not
make you
antiseptic...
you may want
to shoot us.
we're agnostic!
llp - aug - dA
we even care about you.
we'll heal the world
better than
you'd ever do.
faith does not
make you
antiseptic...
you may want
to shoot us.
we're agnostic!
llp - aug - dA
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Boring
Waking up, knowing that the day has nothing to offer but Feelings of sorrow, anger, and loneliness, brought on by Unshakable boredom Stuck in this house with a crippled woman who Reminds me of my hatred for this life Friends miles away, busy with responsibilities Games don't detach me from reality like they used to Books remind me too much of school Movies contain too many triggers for me Art is losing its beauty Sleeping pills are now on my list of basic needs My dreams are far more entertaining Existing feels like a waste of time...
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It feels as if I’ve brought home a peculiar creature with a delicate light body that lays along one of my arms as I stroke its belly in attempts to stir melodies Most of those caresses so far have resulted in scratchy and uneasy notes— and the snapping of a string or two which needed replacement Each mistake (however) is a learning experience where I have begun to realize the subtle complexity of its aspects alongside the ways they flow into a unified whole On occasion I even find a sweet sonorous tone slips into my bow strokes like signs of acceptance
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a small rant against
the "holier than us"
who 'fundamentally'
ruin our world, or
simply allow the rot
due to ignorance.
pip
the "holier than us"
who 'fundamentally'
ruin our world, or
simply allow the rot
due to ignorance.
pip
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Brave, Pip...kudos... (not that it should be an act of bravery to state one's opinion)
