Write away super hay
lost in what everyone's been talking to, share what people do not mind staring at, lay down to where the bunker was placed. May replenishing her duty off somewhere, this insecurity of people behind your back, prodding inquisitively on your private life. The sensation of letting your unknowns known to others. Now, the sweetness tingles as you sweat over on an enclosed space. Derailed yourself as the same song came recurring 24/7. Getting into the bus, when it's stationary nonetheless. Waiting for that magical moment of chance encounters, seems not apparent, not at least in this immediate future.
Middle Finger
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