Moulting.

being loved, wanted. 

being disliked, hated.

Both startles me.

Both confuses me. 

Detach me from all of that.

Detach me from my ego

from how I look and the way I walk

from what you see in me

from what you project onto me 

from the things you understand.

It bores me 

it scares me 

it cages me .

I dont find comfort in this zone

anymore. 

I wanna be the weirdest I can get

act the strangest I can act

violent

heartbreaking

and broken. 

Follow me. Free falling.

See me. Saint and slut.

Find me. Creating and destroying.

Save me. 

Join me.

Or leave me the fuck alone.

I want to breathe self 

not perception.

.I wanna be all that I am.

Fuck I am too old to pretend to be just one thing. 

and too young to pretend that I have figured myself out.

Don't you pretend

after one look through eyes

more tired than your mind

that you fucking have. 

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I had way too much to dream last night.

soft agression.

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Headspace.

Cunts. I've never loved you more. 

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Next, next

"All the naked and the dead
Should hold each others hands
As they watch me scream at night
In a dream no one understands"

 

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the funky bunch.

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne