Writing
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Uncertainty
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what do I even show
Art
must have been difficult
how strange
there's others like me out there
I can see you
my eyes see strangely sometimes
turning night into day
speaking without speaking
it's rare to see a building smiling at you
it felt so bright and warm
tempting
I hate this
sometimes, life really is nothing but drugs and body horror
imposing
magic at our fingertips, and yet it matters little
I've never felt pain like this
they're kinda like me!
shiny
at least the view is pretty