justify
08.01.02back&
forth
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i want to feel the wind and let my fury out in the climbing spinning out of control spedometer. hands on the wheel, running these feelings OVER, sending them flying: broken, dead, erased. like i/ve erased paragraph after paragraph of anger. yeah, YOU.
[insert the word fuck in every sentence, in every conjugation. also, lists of hate and reflections of the vertible reactions of this tangible indifference]
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profile.
notes.
random.