dark center of the equator
beaches on the moon
aggresive
passive
the nerves in your neck keep pulsing
fearoftheinevitable
why keep pushing things
cant stop it's instinctive
i dont care i dont care
its easy but i hate it
so, i suppose
i want to labor
yearn
i escaped my childhood
lets run far from here
fear
love
love
love.
im happier now.
then i ever was.
love
love
love
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