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Tag: traumatic brain injury
#441
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On writing about relationships
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#438
Klpprsn: me without the vowels When you realize that not a one Gives a single fuck It frees you, to cry To get over the shit, the nostalgic Reverence plays a part Fucking fuck, it sucks No one to talk to No one to kiss No one to fuck WordPress Alone I can talk Fuck … Continue reading #438
#436
Abandon Noticing not anything one does Realized not one actually gives a shit When one is the genesis of all Fun had, karaoke night Realized realizations are lost Among socially constructed constructs Tossed on heap of heels Positivity paramount in everything Done with abandon
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Kyle, nineteen years later It is frustratingly hilarious....being an honest guy in this world of makeup, lies, and other deceptions. He can't win for losing, he cannot help but freely open up about his past and his lack of experience. His lack of experience determines that any future experience will never happen. Said lack is … Continue reading Written last night, formatting errors, fixed.
#433
Unchanged It doesn't matter Valuable times given to bad Nice ones next Lastly, different asshole, no Not worth the chance What would others think? Hot dog hallway Not even onsidered Nor ever wanted Amazing lover Untapped resource Life happens or it never does.
#25
Brain Injured Fuck A ghost of himself walking, able to touch, to smell, to see, to experience life, sensually. This cheapens the life, teases the mind. If only a little more or perhaps a bit less...no questions asked, no assumptions made. A lukewarm hell, a glimpse of life, an experience cheapened by the vicarious means … Continue reading #25
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