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- Sep 29, 2026
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- Sep 15, 2026
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I dread the darkness of my room (opens the original)
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I moved house during the summer, and I can’t settle in my room for the life of me. I dread the leg burning walk up the stairs to the bliseting, hair raising heat. It’s a much smaller box room compared to the one I’ve just spent the last seven years in, it’s claustrophobic, and when my internal body temperature rises I loose the rag and start panicking immediately. No one can say shit to me or calm me down. Last year I got high last year off ONE toke of the strongest joint known to man, thing cou
Lets play an imagination game (opens the original)
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“Let’s play an imagination game.pretend you’re in a shopfull of everything you’ve ever wanted-”You.“-and you can only pick three things to keep,what do you take?”The feeling of your hand on the back of my neck.“The 2024 Rochelle fang vote Monster high doll”The memory of you voice when you sing.“A good orgasm.”And the version of you before I fou
You’re not scared of the rain (opens the original)
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Anyone that’s known me past the age sixteen knows about my long term joint pain. Long story short but turns out it’s not psychosomatic, it’s chronic illness. There are very few people still in my life who knew me before I got ‘sick’, and there will never be another person who will, and I’m fucking bitter about it. I’m angry my body doesn’t work and I hate everyone. This poem is pretty disjointed, let’s call it an edited first draft.<p class="cta-caption"
Purple Rain (opens the original)
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The Wetherspoons purple rain pitcherTastes like being 18 againSmoking vapes and sleeping through online classes.It tastes like the summer of 2022 When I had blue hairAnd a knack for snogging random men in clubs.It tastes like every weekend I spent at The Cathouse in 2023.It tastes like meeting you.The Wetherspoons purple rain pitcher,Light and refreshing, like air on my tongue.It tastes like my college friends drunk around the table </sp
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