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My chest hurts so much which I believe is brought on from smoking. I have no one to talk so I am going to sit here and cry.
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My chest hurts so much which I believe is brought on from smoking. I have no one to talk so I am going to sit here and cry.
Everytime I try to sit down and contextualize my thoughts I am left with split fucking lip.
I have come to the conclusion that I spend so much time lingering in a solitary manner because I feel fundamentally disassociated with most everyone. If I could just possess the ability to actualize one day of non environmentally poisoned and affected bliss then I would be in more so a state of self renewal. A permanent vacation far away from the landslides of Lucifer’s piss ridden redneck cesspool would be an astounding fleet of achievement.
I really wish I had that typewriter ribbon.
Where to begin!
I am thinking about displaying some of my mentally recorded poems via tumblr. I keep wanting to use relevant excerpts from classic literature to emphasize the overall meaning behind the poem. This is definitely going to be one of those lengthy&complex poems that I feel obligated to write.
