oh to be a cat being peaceful in a garden
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remember me love, when i'm reborn
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"what would be better," i ask the pond, "to be the sun of all eyes, or the shadow of the trees?"
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the sexual tension between me and starting a new life as someone else
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the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul
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i wish my heart was not made of flesh
it has already begun to decompose
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except that it hurts more than I thought it would, and yet I feel nothing at all
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I wish to be a bug, a small little beetle, and only think about the ground and the sky
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scaled bat wings
something is wrong with me, i've never wanted to breathe so bad, to open my chest
and snap my hardened ribs,
and let moss consume the hollow expanse and maybe something else can breathe for me.
why does it feel so safe in a cage, built for nobody except a fool running from bravery?
when butterflies turn into bats I stare on in envy because even a bat could fit through the bars and fly home.
my fragile scaled wings won't harden into leather, and my hands keep holding on to nothing.
the air behind my eyes is cold, there's nothing left.
let me be a gentle ghost with no more walls in my way.
i'll glue my ribs back together, and keep one piece in my pocket for good luck and maybe, one day i'll finally carve that fragmented piece of bone into a dagger and cut through this endless veil woven by my mind.
for now, i pace around my cage and watch the butterflies and bats merge into one, beautiful and untouchable.
i wish it were me.
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can't remember the last time I wasn't having a personal and/or life crisis thank you your honor
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so glad I've started falling in love with skirts again, would definitely recommend to anyone lost in their minds
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mosquitoes probably all go by the name Miss Skeeto, ms. Skeeto for the mystery gals or even, dare I say, Miss Quito for the ladies with nothing to hide
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trying to figure out how to turn into the version of myself i want to be without tripping into a big swamp of misfortune
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I'm feeling inspiration bubble in my veins to write something the way water boils and bubbles to make tea, so what shall it be, what shall it be?
Shall I let the coldness of the coming season take hold of my creativity to in turn make words so warm they envelope you in metaphorical soup? Yes, dear.
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maybe that photo of you isn't perfect like how you pictured it in your head but realism is more beautiful than any pose so post that shit and send it around you look good trust me
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get out there and touch some rain, smell some grass, breath some bugs even, go wild
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