I continuously fight with myself
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joana Lost unicorn trying to be kind
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Daily fights with myself

I continuously fight with myself

I continuously fight with myself over

I continuously fight with myself over The worth of the music playing in my ears

I continuously fight with myself over The worth of the music playing in my ears Simultaneously hurting, stinging my eardrums

I continuously fight with myself over The worth of the music playing in my ears Simultaneously hurting, stinging my eardrums And firing up my brain with every melodic beat

I continuously fight with myself over

I continuously fight with myself over The heavy air of general workplaces

I continuously fight with myself over The heavy air of general workplaces Divided by the energetic puff of freshly made coffee

I continuously fight with myself over The heavy air of general workplaces Divided by the energetic puff of freshly made coffee And the attack of highly concentrated piss of the bathrooms

I continuously fight with myself over

I continuously fight with myself over The greyish beige of routine.

I continuously fight with myself over The greyish beige of routine. Every day of mine is flooded by faded pastels

I continuously fight with myself over The greyish beige of routine. Every day of mine is flooded by faded pastels Forcing out of my memories

I continuously fight with myself over The greyish beige of routine. Every day of mine is flooded by faded pastels Forcing out of my memories the infinite tones of nature from my childhood.

I continuously fight with myself over

I continuously fight with myself over The desires of my soul and conscientious knowledge.

I continuously fight with myself over The desires of my soul and conscientious knowledge. Should there be slowly melting sugar

I continuously fight with myself over The desires of my soul and conscientious knowledge. Should there be slowly melting sugar and an early grave?

I continuously fight with myself over The desires of my soul and conscientious knowledge. Should there be slowly melting sugar and an early grave? Or must it be crunchy, fresh leaves and many decades to go?

I continuously fight with myself over

I continuously fight with myself over Habituated loneliness and the exploration of a warm body.

I continuously fight with myself over Habituated loneliness and the exploration of a warm body. But there’s no real fight here

I continuously fight with myself over Habituated loneliness and the exploration of a warm body. But there’s no real fight here Nothing beats the feeling of your calloused hand

I continuously fight with myself over Habituated loneliness and the exploration of a warm body. But there’s no real fight here Nothing beats the feeling of your calloused hand sliding down every part of me.

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