Me
How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive.
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| — | Jeanann Verlee, from “Fleeing the Murder (The Child),” Said the Manic to the Muse (via lifeinpoetry) |
it’s so awkward being asked “do you really think that lowly of yourself?” because no? of course not? buddy, i was just.. kidding around.. haha, funny, haha? humor, you know? but also truthfully: yeah. absolutely. without a doubt. hold up a handful of dirt & one individual speck of it has more worth & purpose than i could ever even begin to hope to have but, you know! anyhow! nice weather we’re having
