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sh*tty sh*t that's sh*tty
Current mood:
chill
wow its a poem i just wrote and it also sucks ass!!
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your belt is tied around my arm constellations keep me grounded what's in the sky? possibility? freedom? deadly pressure? suffocating silence? endless void?
i prefer to watch from here as they rise and set, while i lay in bed lyra, scorpius, bootes, sagittarius, virgo, corona borealis, orion just names and shapes, yet they're all i rely on
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