isabellawkward
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You can say what you want
I still remember
As if i fucking want to
the floor
butter and dried up soda,
behind movie screen
cherry flavored something
dripping until sticky
on my chin and my hands
but i don’t mind
rub them on my overalls
making mad stupid jokes
rough patches on skin, bumps around eyes, discoloration
they look like little countries
little cities live in my little countries,
with little buildings and little homes
I don’t think we ever come to understand our greater importance in this ___ world.
we believe our lives are so trivial compared to everything else, when really our lives are just being compared to the things
