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What sweet tender override to lay out the space between these words well thought.

What life exist in books and branded to a page with ink swell to produce harm or heart.

I stain the conversation with a bitter drop of red from a tongue ripe of all the times to bite down and be still. I hope to hold not my blood from your sight any longer.

I rip the pages to show the frail hold outside of the ideals and imagination running through layers of paper painted with the symbols of communication.

Documentation. cold creation. Synthetic is exportation.

I should be happier here. In the warm of our social grouping. I should be well lost in the storylines of free thinking individuals. I should.

It's a shame for all these anxiety bombs. Exploding discomfort in your approach. Forcing me to choke on the blood of my general distress. So when you leave and the coast is clear, I will spit out the sorrow that I taste everytime I realize I can't be you and you can't see me.

Description
What sweet tender override to lay out the space between these words well thought.

What life exist in books and branded to a page with ink swell to produce harm or heart.

I stain the conversation with a bitter drop of red from a tongue ripe of all the times to bite down and be still. I hope to hold not my blood from your sight any longer.

I rip the pages to show the frail hold outside of the ideals and imagination running through layers of paper painted with the symbols of communication.

Documentation. cold creation. Synthetic is exportation.

I should be happier here. In the warm of our social grouping. I should be well lost in the storylines of free thinking individuals. I should.

It's a shame for all these anxiety bombs. Exploding discomfort in your approach. Forcing me to choke on the blood of my general distress. So when you leave and the coast is clear, I will spit out the sorrow that I taste everytime I realize I can't be you and you can't see me.