

Contentment ContemptContentment like a fine brown dust, settles into my joints and halts my movements; No more swift birdlike joy, No more childlike romping. Just the tired arthritic movements of an old woman.Contentment Contempt
This Plathian musk clogs all my pores, No more taste, No smell; Pleasurable or otherwise. And so contempt settles in like a dull fire.
Still no movement, Still no rapture, no hatred, no sorrow.
Contentment, contempt, Contentment, contempt.
You have made me so tired, You have made me so rusty, You have made me so old.
Contentmen
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'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys, just need a little
because
because.
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I know. I used to have photos up.
but.... well, they sucked
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I am dumb! I didn't get that you would be on this site which is DUMB!!
I a, so so glad you found me!!
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I hear you but I don't understand.
*pokes*
*laughs*
*runs away*
Especially now that I got to do that to you, hehehe. XD
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