iamhomeless:
“The slaughter is real…”
is a thought I often...
“The slaughter is real…”
is a thought I often have
when I stare into the mirror
& examine what little is left
of the kid who used to melt crayons
in the heater & name & then eat
his own boogers because he thought
they tasted better after forming
a small attachment to them.
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