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A Greek living in Roman times.
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The latest Messages 9
2021-06-02 21:04:15
The fact that Iran is having a pyramid scheme/ MLM moment. I-
Please know better and do not let your friends and family be fooled either!!!!
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2021-06-02 13:15:31
Happy pride month!
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2021-06-01 23:19:51
These designsss
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2021-06-01 17:59:03
This shit is outmost toxic. Gaslighting 101.
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2021-06-01 02:31:33
I just wanted to say, your prose flows in an ominously beautiful way. Please share more of your writings with us
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2021-06-01 02:29:44
I just wanted to say, your prose flows in an ominously beautiful way. Please share more of your writings with us
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2021-06-01 01:31:41
Staying up until 3 am really maximizes every issue. I don't recommend it.
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2021-06-01 01:28:33
- Did a little journaling in my saved massages. Hesitant to post it, but I thought it could bring solace to one person out there. And they deserve that.
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2021-06-01 01:25:32
The melting is in the pit of my stomach. Boiling and burning. I feel her claw at my insides digging her claws to climb up my gut. I gulp to push her down. Now she spins in the cradle of my hips. A Sizzle in my jaw, a sizzle in my skull. I want to love; I…
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2021-06-01 01:24:13
The melting is in the pit of my stomach. Boiling and burning. I feel her claw at my insides digging her claws to climb up my gut. I gulp to push her down. Now she spins in the cradle of my hips.
A Sizzle in my jaw, a sizzle in my skull. I want to love; I want to die; I want to eat; I want to starve; I want all and nothing at the same time, and it's making me a slave; Constantly pulled between two threads in opposite directions.
I want to take a step forward, but my torso remains unmovable.
I want to reach for something, but my feet sink in quick sand.
Sometimes I am free in the mind, but bound in body, sometimes the other way around.
But today I'm bound, bound, bound. Bound all around.
Do I endure it in promise of tomorrow, or do I make sure I never feel like this again?
The crease between my eyebrows won't soften.
I say "I'm thinking about it " to concerned friends, but I am not.
I'm mulling over it : dressing and undressing the thought in my mind.
Flipping it around, holding it up by one leg ; my own little tarot hanged man. If I have to suffer the limbo, you'll have to too. Nothing personal.
However, the little man won't stop speaking. Blood has rushed to his head making his skull throb in pain, but he still says to me with bated breath: "Everything has become hollow of joy. You have never loved and have never lost, maybe you did but it's forgotten now. That's not of importance, what is, is that feelings echo in your body. They enter, they resonate and they fade away. As if they never existed in the first place. Your flesh dissolves them, so they never linger or form a pile in a corner of your soul. You're translucent."
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