i feel gone sometimes
like i swallowed a fuck ton of bricks but they sort of
engulfed me instead
so when i feel lonely i take a button up and drown it in cologne and make myself someone that
couldn't be here at the moment and
think that if i changed one thing about myself it would be how i always cry over the littlest things
i feel weak
and pitiful
when i want to feel strength beyond anything
i am some power hungry trainwreck that will go
door to door
looking for answers under welcome mats and inside mailboxes that are not my own
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Otherworldly Observer
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