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no. 1

Fireworks and free falls,

Passion and primitive fear.

The bell rings three tolls.

I wipe away a cold tear.

I close my eyes,

Searching for the ache.

Yet, my mind lies;

It fears what is fake.

The effervescent landscape

Of my unconscious self,

Hiding away my mistakes—

Claiming it's for my health.

My waking hour.

Why I wither and I weep.

My lack of power.

Why I find comfort in sleep.

Hi hi~! I sincerely hope no one finds this so it can stay in it quiet little trash hole where it belongs <3

If you do find it— always feel free to leave!<3<3<3

I post, so I can say I did something with my brain stuff.

So I can say something productive came out of my thinking meat.

Don’t like it? Leave<333

Either way: bye.

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