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A ceiling fan. It uses it sharp blades to spin.
Thats how my mind feels going in circles
drinking shitty gin.
1 week 3 days ago
I hate being alive, wishing I was dead.
But I can't leave my family like this so I just write instead.
1 week 3 days ago
At what point did I realize your smile was worth more than I could afford
1 week 3 days ago
Each thought. A heart digger.
Crashing down. Burning.
Thoughts break. Reform.
1 week 4 days ago