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for as long as i know i’ve always been afraid to give it all away without ever getting paid and ever since i can recall i shrunk in comparison wheighing other people their wealth their health their fun slowly getting out of sight clever minds lost in the night forgoing any sense of self dream…

is there maybe anyone who wants to adopt me as my mom can I maybe write an ad to find me someone like a dad the job will not require much maybe an embrace, a touch don’t worry there won’t be much to do beside the occasional ‘how are you’ Once i was a baby…

never knew that there would beparadise under the seawrapped inside your arms of greenso much of what i’d never seen a world of colour scents and soundsstill can’t get my head aroundwants to be touched be loved be heardwants to be drenched in dark red dirt leave me now and stay foreverleave me now and…

clean green sheets wrapped around mountainssurreal glasshouse indoor fountainseverything you dreamed and morejust one step into that door trains and tracks you hear them singcovered in green walls of springa city stirring in its slumbersmothered by pink reds of summer green cathedrals filled with fernssweaty tropics laughs and burnsthen outside branches sky highbreezy winds who…

there is a forest near my shed and after i get out of bed i wander trough the lichen pines and wonder when it will be mine the trees don’t speak the birds don’t either the stars shine like they know it all but there’re no clues to find out here the winds are howling…

a storm is raging inside and out i can’t see my trail or find a way out but you see a path through the storm and the rain you can’t take it for me you’ll show me the way the dots on your back are my map to the stars connecting the signs i see…

so i have left i hurt you with that but it’s something i had to do been here before don’t want these circles no more round and round this is where they end it’s like a new pair of eyes pierced through all my denies it’s bad and it always has been it’s like i’ve…

those are the perks of being numb you don’t hear the pounding drum you don’t see red flags waving steady numb ones never have to be ready you don’t feel the endless loss of another boundary crossed you don’t taste bitter defeat soothingly lulling yourself to sleep I did not even smell the mire when…