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I am so faceless and insecure mostly, but more in the way of the motion of my crawling skin.
I don't care that everyday is sun lit, breathing an exuberant feeling that can break a bone if an elephant. I'm not an elephant. I'm much shorter than anything you could imagine, some what debilitated in the way i talk. Always swinging back and forth wanting more than I have and lacking every possible ability in ways such as pivotability and giving more away to you. You are stuck in me as some crude and uncomfortable feedin, turning in to a freakish tendency alway glancing over my shoulders because the light whispers tell me everything I need to know and trust me, Oh for this one time, let me tell you I know. I'm aware of everything you look at and I can feel you most of the time. Last time this happened, the walls collapsed and I am never finished. I know you're the idée fixe.
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