gsng
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CATEGORY
life
if love is supposed to be without boundaries
then why do i feel so bounded
within these lapses of memory.
i confused the toilet for the paper this morning
and ended up cleaning up the runs because of it.
i poured whiskey on the floor to desanitize it
because it is the best alcohol.
i rounded up my collection of fears
and ran off to try and unbundle them and
throw them out of my skin.
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