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Ive always been seen as an odd but interesting curiosity.
Our monsters make us make monsters out of ourselves.
Can anyone please solve this mathematical equation?
The formula please.
Is their an amount of torn out chunks that can be replaced, before a person no longer is theirself?
I have this crack in me, but I don't have anymore fucking glue.
When you run out of glue
You just have to borrow some from somebody with a surplus.
And you can make sutures and tethers out of friends, if it helps any.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
That's a good title too!
That's a good title too! "When you run out of glue."
was as in a bad spot when I wrote this. Nobody to lean on. I have people now I can borrow from!
Thanks for reading and making me feel like all the anxiety over posting a poem for the first time wasnt a complete disaster!!!