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oh, vulture
04:51
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oh, hungry vulture
keeper of peace and rest
peck away what little sweetness is left on my tired bones
can you taste my memories?
what is the flavor of a demon abandoned by their host?
oh, lonely vulture
teacher of true devotion
witness me as i become one with the plants
eroding away slowly for the worms
my cells an offering
everything, for you
to be under your wing
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haunted
05:34
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i wish the mister under my bed would just fucking eat me already
i’m so tired
there is no true rest, only consumption
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there is no time for me
not here, nor anywhere else
within no hearts
there is no space
and that is the place where I will haunt you.
keep pushing me away
further inside the cloud of my own isolation
that is the place where my spirit grows
and my body dies
until there is nothing left of me but teeth and ash.
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rotting
06:38
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i am the tired arm of the unreached
withered and exhausted
empty
fix your fucking sink
scrub away the shame
the guilt
cut me away like the roots that you’ve allowed to rot
bury me with the rest of your bad dreams
go shave your fucking face
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straining
09:42
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i’m so tired of having to be strong all the time
i just want someone to hold me
pet me, and tell me that everything is going to be alright
and that i’m a good baby
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farrah faucet Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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