the future is white bright and loud:
im strting 2-b smthrd, stop me before I become
my mother, I find comfort in
cold cookies/
warm wombs
pastries...
good people, I guess,
climb to the top of the cake make
snow angels in the vanilla frosting.
I know we wouldn't. my brother is killing
my mother, I find comfort in
cold cookies/
warm wombs
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TESS = BLESSING
you will never live that down
Sharpe laughs at you from inside his dank lair aha aha ha ha aha ha ah ha
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