nights like these i have to get myself tired to be able to fall asleep.
even if so, i wonder if i would still dream of you.
nothing. i want to feel nothing.
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- most comforting.
- companionship.
- when i still put eyeliner.
- plenty of stops.
- how is the view?
- lie, to yourself.
- my early January.
- diagnosis.
- big freeze.
- zeitgeist.
- silent screams & shivers.
- black holes & revelations.
- how the world works.
- the drive.
- at zero.
- unexpected reality.
- i am lost.
- what is real?
- you do it yourself.
- hideous.
- still hurts.
- we are our own disease.
- at its weakest.
- a blinded heart.
- the lucifer effect.
- #19.
- hypocrisy of the heart.
- it crawls into your skin.
- murderer of many things.
- hypothalamus.
- monster.
- seizure.
- loop.
- into the sun.
- clouded judgement.
- more.
- don't count on me.
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