i've silently faded myself into the warden of doom. i look at the reflection i create in the puddle i spilled and i don't think its anywhere near my lunacy. i'm sane, which is so humiliating. i love running around naked but why cant do it anymore?
i refer to my inner momentum to garner my eagerness to watch myself crumble into a world too certain which is very unfortunate since the last time i checked. i miss my old stagger. the gait that proclaimed nuisance and revealed nothing but my flesh. nothing that speaks of my gut nor my spleen.
my wrist is ready to be wounded and so is my shin.
i refer to my inner momentum to garner my eagerness to watch myself crumble into a world too certain which is very unfortunate since the last time i checked. i miss my old stagger. the gait that proclaimed nuisance and revealed nothing but my flesh. nothing that speaks of my gut nor my spleen.
my wrist is ready to be wounded and so is my shin.
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