

FeatherlessShes perched atop the yellow plastic pyramid of a playground roof, knees pulled up against her chest. Graffiti scrawls by various patients writhe about her toes; various obscenities and gang names worn by the passage of time. Loose wisps of her hair whip to and fro in the breeze. To her left, the hospital walls loom in layers of white and multicolours. To her right: the car park building and beyond that, the city's buildings with their neon advertisements. She feels akin to the birds about her; wishes she were light and able to just up and float away from this reality.Featherless
Featherless bir
slow suicide
xoxo
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...私はまだ失敗することなくあなたを愛しされます。
Missing you loads
xoxoxox
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.............Reaching out to embrace the random.............
R.I.P
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Also, I can kill you with my brain
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
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love is a verb, love is a doing word, fearless on my breath
Take care,
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Originality is dead, and I am still alive.
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