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no matter the words that fall from my mouth to squirm in half life at the edge of non-essential being i love you seem to be the only ones that form correctly even if my insecurities keep them mostly frozen on the tip of my tongue
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the biggest plusof this digital ageis no one can see mesobbing as i lieand tell them i am fine it’s snowing againand i am broken fifty six hourswith nopowerwith nowordwith nohope i can feel mychest tighteningas i fight the tearsthat don’t seem to stopsitting in the cardreading going backinto that frozen helltime for the earlymorning […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 