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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2233631
My thoughts
Madness has slipped over me.

I am stuck in a museum alone forever with the most beautiful art.

I wish there were more fucking colours. Mirrors are cool.

Sometimes my shoes choke my feet so I can’t move.

I’m just stuck there staring awkwardly at some asshole who never stops smiling and laughing.

Emotions are overrated according to Roger Ebert.

No one likes burnt popcorn but as a last resort i might eat some.

It’ll have to be later though, i have to return some videotapes.

I don’t like faces so I’ll stare at your shoes.

Fingers can act as blinds you know?

Oh my God what have i done?

Time to close the blindssssss.

Fuck off no one is home.

Jokes on you, this place has been empty for years.
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