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duelling a carousel of diagnoses,

the prognosis predicts a forecast of insufficiency;

a self-inflicted sickness responsible for her pulmonary stuttering,

created on the foundations of make-believe.

if only you knew normal...you'd surrender to it.

an unintelligible prescription of medicinal deceit-

you ponder the double looping in his O's

as you desensitize yourself to your pharmaceutical fate:

'to be ingested orally and accepted pensively'

but the placebo isn't lost on me...

your subsistence is a side effect of life,

it's enough to turn even the genius asinine.

raison d'être is consigned to lost and found baskets

because purpose isn't something you find- it's a handcraft.

sentimentality clutched in the murk of sweat-ridden palms,

photophobic to amnesia.

kiasu is comparable to life's comet:

'blink and you'll miss it'

so in turn you observe every existential offering with clementine eyelids

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wesley

i love this so much;)) youre totally rad!!!

AHHH THANK YOU :>> YOU'RE EVEN RADDER!!

afroaza

god lauren this is so fucking amazing youre so talented

HOW ARE YOU SO DAMN QUICK WITH IT

HEHEHEHEHE >:)

. ／ ⋆ ۪ ❝ kainé .

So good

thank you!!! <333