pretty, anxious

“how do you know anything is real”

::

“you don’t”

“that’s irrelevant”

“because it’s a shared world”

“if it’s real to you, it’s real”



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I don’t want to do anything

I want to sleep and sit on swingsets

I don’t want to do anything




what did I lose and where did I leave it

 


;

it’s exhausting to be so terrified of living
fears I own, fears that don’t belong to me, fear of fearing


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Crooked bastards
always with the secrets”
and sly gestures
stirring up milky dust




which stage is this?

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your love is unlike mine
I am massive in my virtue
absolutely cherubic
cute, huh?
no, seriously

but she
she’s pretty
big eyes
big breasts
no soul


I shouldn’t have looked

whatever.











fail forever