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Age: 30
Sign: Cancer
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05/26/2019 12:24 PM 

~magic box~ an emo poem
Current mood:  drained

we r ghosts passing thru our own walls.

we live our lives inside the magic box--
telling us that we are liked and good--
that everything will be alright.

i don't know how to talk to humans anymore.

i want the soles of my feet to hurt from rocks.
i want to choke on sand.
i want to be alive even when it hurts.

i am scared that if i cry that no-one will listen.

when will i learn that my heartbeat is in fact real?
that it rolls just like the thunder,
or like a water rock along the mud?

when will i learn that even living things are dead--
that there are little dead things floating around in all of us

i think about this every day
as if to motivate me
to continue being
wholly
alive

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