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I'm convinced our neurons interconnect
At Least
Not Enough
"And I'm so glad you're comfortable enough in having me that you don't need to hold onto me so tightly. But now it's my turn."
25/2500
You get to see that 1%
Maybe that's just something we both know
Borrowing words from each other's dictionaries
forgetting we have the same edition.
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"I NEED TO BE HELD"
*deeper voice*
"held responsible" ☝️🙂↕️
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It's hilarious, really
I've been writing in this google doc for 4 years.
I should go back to that, not this.
Anyway, what's so funny?
I'll write something big and scary
And then go back later and write "wow...that was a lot. I'm so glad I'm better now!"
and then write something worse a few months later
slowly i stop being surprised at how bad things were
slowly i see myself become worse
and better
and i'll stay in this cycle until it kills me
It's like when a virus evolves after treating it
Into something worse
We're growing old together
Even if you want to kill me, love, we will both win depending on the day.
It's not so lonely thinking of you like this
I hope I can let you go someday
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Gonna download a last will and testament template and fill it out atp im really bored
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feeling physically ill from eating pizza i think so i try to feel mentally ill instead so it cancels out but then i end up feeling horrible in all ways
Listening to mitski so I can plummet because I know what'll fix me I just have to get there
OUCH two minutes of mitosis (mitski but it autocorrected and that's hilarious) and im leaving
I know what'll fix me
I just have to get there.
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love is not being blind to the hole in the fabric
love is buying that shirt anyway because it is beautiful and worth taking time to fix
and if it can't be?
then love is wearing it despite
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i have drawers full of clothes i do not wear until my favorites are dirty
because there are holes i dislike
or patterns i've grown out of
but i never throw them out
because what if i miss them on a cool October night where those jeans would match my costume
what if i could love them again for an hour
before messily cramming them back into the bottom drawer
i couldn't seem to find my gloves that i've worn twice but needed today
or that raccoon tail i bought despite misreading its price tag
or that shirt i used to wear so often before slowly hating the texture
i guess i simply lost them
just like everyone else
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my dog loves her toys
she wags her tail
and carries them around
puts them in the dirt
leaves them in the rain
destroys them
i can't love and keep you
i can't play without tearing out your fluff
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Quadruple whammy of anxiety deciding it exists again; meds not working; physical sickness; stomach issues; period; school stress; future stress; interpersonal relation stress; loss of appetite; and all of them causing each other and making each other worse
AND IT'S COLD
And I'm freezing
And I'm overheating
And I'm
dying
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I need to rip something to shreds like my dog when I so much as consider playing outside with her (she destroyed two toys in two minutes)
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i need to be torn to shreds
grated like cheese
i tried that
didn't work as planned
skin is just so darn elastic
it happened on accident once
delicious
one day my teeth will be sharp enough
to tear myself to shreds
let me layer my problems one over the other
to ignore the ones I don't want to talk about
why the chords feel like holding you
why im sick to the stomach
with shame
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I like puzzles
Figuring things out
Putting all the pieces together
Connecting the dots
Help me fill in the blank
Why is every song about you?
And why do I cry to them all?
I don't know if it makes it better or worse but
None of them are sad.
Four across
I'm not one for crosswords
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Domesticate me.
People wonder how wolves became dogs
They think of it as a formally utilitarian relationship
Man used wolves for what they could do
But I know it was something sweeter
You give me scraps of your food and trust me not to bite you
You let me lay by your fire for warmth
And I let you feel the softness of my fur
We share body heat
You're not afraid of my sharp teeth
And maybe the wolf learns why someday
And I hope my pelt can warm you more than I ever did
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I'm a clean person
Until I forget to wash my hands
The downsides to anxious clammy hands
That residual gross feeling
I remember what it's like
I hope it doesn't stay
Another flower for the garden.
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and if i can fall in love with a song
maybe it never counts
and if i cry so easily
none of my tears mean anything
everything feels like nothing
nothing feels like everything
is that meaningless?
she tells me things i already know
so why is it so hard to believe?
am i you because i don't know who me is?
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It's different layers in a lollipop
one of those gross ones with the gummy middle
that everyone hates.
I like to crack them down the middle to reach it faster
I always need to know how it tastes.
you take your time
it hurts your teeth
i hope you get bored of the strawberry flavor
before reaching the grape in the middle
realizing the gum loses it's flavor too fast
you'd spit it out
wash it away with
something else.
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I was wrong in an earlier unpublished poem
It is the gateway drug
And it felt
I eat bread and cheese like a little mouse
I bundle myself in coping mechanisms
What am I coping with?
I'm not sure
I never knew did I
I'll never know
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OMG JONNNNN FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES YOU FINALLY FINISHED HIM
awe Jon wants a lil snack
I FINNNAAAALLYYY FINISHED IT!!
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