#yknow mostly i think it's fun to write smth really vague. cos this is based off smth i wrote last yr that was very straightforward.

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[ID: A drawing of an open ribcage with a poem written in the middle, which reads:

"the vultures won’t eat well that night.

justice. there’s a warped sense of it when i wring myself - wry smile, withhold, control, rumble-bang on the door, listen! my leaden lining, with time, won’t accept nothing it was never my image, but my image hurts now - after punishment for crimes that hurt nothing, no-one, but i say, for nights i sway - i see myself fading away, see the world in trails, its entrails and my entrails, it's what pangs, what pales, what heaves, what fails, it's what carrot! what stick! i’m just making myself sick."

The drawing is white lines on a black background, and the text is yellow. End ID]