loving, ife l

sometimes it slumps ya likea snail.

your a slug

you go anyway

any format

with a smirk

and a shirt

and a shit

becuase

you’re fucking all over the place

 

you just want to meet someone fucking real

 

 

 

no

one is fucking real

 

 

im

what

am i

im

living.

breathing

i shouldn’t

be.

but i love life

because i made

me

love

myself

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