tailspin, grief, design
An angel, when you’re sad, is an angel.
Mother means
your mom
was here.
It’s not everyday
I want
to die.
A star is a cigarette blinking inside of an unnoticed tree.
Pain disproves god. We could go
on forever.
An angel, when you’re sad, is an angel.
Mother means
your mom
was here.
It’s not everyday
I want
to die.
A star is a cigarette blinking inside of an unnoticed tree.
Pain disproves god. We could go
on forever.

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