reluctantpoet
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Please make a fucking fuss I traveled halfway around the world to be something You will not not cry as if my dying means nothing Once I thought I was Nothing I thought I could disappear and no one would even know Or care I liked disappearing I made a career out of running away Read more
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I fill up spaces with plans for things I want to fill up my spaces with. I write it down, make it real, make it take up real space and then break the plans with things I did not plan on filling my spaces with. My 15-year old son talks to himself in his room, Read more
