isabellawkward

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You can say what you want I still remember As if i fucking want to   the floor butter and dried up soda, behind movie screen
cherry flavored something dripping until sticky on my chin and my hands but i don’t mind rub them on my overalls making mad stupid jokes
rough patches on skin,  bumps around eyes,    discoloration they look like little countries   little cities live in my little countries, with little buildings and little homes
I don’t think we ever come to understand our greater importance in this ___ world. we believe our lives are so trivial compared to everything else, when really our lives are just being compared to the things
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