Despair
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he worshipped bacteria instead of lovers drove an old Pontiac whilst drowning himself in miracle sauce words made him now they fail him suicide journalist as he puts one in the chamber dying like the future succumbing like everything else Read more
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Further away, you slip into your childhood. Beside yourself with fear, happiness is a relic. The days pass with reluctant uncertainty. Each one a wasted opportunity. The window to your future is boarded shut. Nailed. Hide away, disappear in the rain. Disappear in words. Close your eyes and picture yourself on a beach. Windswept and Read more
