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spiders are so misunderstood

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i've got this sour taste of straight spirits still lingering in my mouth and the touch of 8 boys hands still lingering on my skin
the stench of wine carries in my pores now, i can't scrub it out until i bleed it out,
and i'm a walking contradiction stumbling into metaphorical gutters just as much as i
throw up into real ones, and all i ever wanted was to surround myself with
colour and the humming of it's vibrancy and maybe the
buzz and whir and clicking of what it means to live, sounds like a stick insect or something,
and i wish i was a stick insect because then maybe i could blend into some leaves and
disappear forever, don't you ever feel like never coming back?
i've got these two friends leaving soon and one of them broke my heart,
but i'd sooner break his bones than admit it to him, and really i think it's funny that all the people i
seem to truly care about are the ones that pack up their things and leave
they somehow seem to leave me behind with all the residual emotional upheaval, though

i wonder how they manage that

i sometimes wish i could crawl into the gaps between my floorboards and maybe live there with the
spiders that come to play sometimes, scuttle underneath my bed, i wonder if spiders have
hearts and feel things as trivial as love, what if they do though, spiders are so misunderstood
what the fuck is writing
writing is something i did when i was 15 so i could cry somewhere about having my heart broken and feel validated
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Contradictory55's avatar
Somehow, it makes me think about the causes of emotion, where it comes from and where it can go.