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[sitrucassid]

walking with unsure feet, stumbling through yesterday, a tight rope step with obese thougts, snaps this anorexic rope and the ground falls towards me, my staples have been removed, what holds me together is no more, everydays a loss of what used to be, this feeling is deeper than the sky, this horizon has not yet to even begin.

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you will land on two feet

[primarycolourbl]

you will land on a soft pillow surrounded by everything good...you have to or the world is not right..everyday is backwards day and things will be normal again some day. Have confidence that your staples will be removed to be replaced with permanent stiches.