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During the death of a child, you don't think about the consequences of such algebraic voice to written language.

The death of her story, as I tell it, starts and ends by refusing literature.

the death of our triangular friendship sat a row behind them.

Discourse affects the interpretation by exchanging small touches and submissive curiosities.

Our relationship became the origins of which his body weathered down.

Writing is the destruction of every voice exchanging small touches

Writing is destruction; everything else was additional

Variables that revealed the origin of which his body became a willing surrender

Children that didn't deserve every point of origin.

Children that didn't deserve growing changes within language

Children that didn't deserve the birth of a reader

Writing separates the author and that relationship never lasts

When you're behind the creation of an ideology you hold with it an absence of freedom

She was the tide and purely performative

A fiction contributing to his creation

The audience is lost in the explanations of children who don't deserve and relationships that don't last.

Writing is the destruction of every voice I lied for

The death of a kind of mastery akin to the tide

The death of Prometheus who gave man fire

The death of why this story ends with someone else's discourse

The death of my wandering voice to written language

The grounds of which to comprehend the theory of the girl I lied for

Showing that by using language, discourse becomes the origins of which his body refuses literature

Writing is the death of three inserting their own experience

Terror is what shapes you as purely performative

The consequences of dragging every point of origin was purely performative

our decreasing conversations becomes someone who holds the knowledge of this simplistic fashion.

Our decreasing conversations holds with it an absence of her image

A fiction contributing to his image and vanity

Every point of origin ran away with the imagery

The audience is lost in explanations derided by vanity

Children that didn't deserve Prometheus giving man fire

When youre a child, the formula gains more experience

She shines in a different class opposite of a relationship that would never last

Four is recovering , smirking by the floor lights

The equation to coolness is language

I saw myself as a creature driven by the freedom to want more

She was the tide had I not called in my wandering lights

These are the consequences of dragging on a relationship built on submissive curiosity

Her image came between me and her story as I tell it

Variables that revealed he was derided by vanity

Terror is what shapes the consequences

God punishing everything that was additional

Variables that revealed god punished what the narrator promised

A king of willing surrender

God's punishment oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt

All I knew were the consequences of dragging my rage against the evil spirited terror

Terror is what shapes general statements

Our decreasing conversations cut short our rebellion

Our decreasing conversations oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt

All I knew was that terror is what his virility

A stranger who made matters by vanity

She was the tide had I betrayed myself and my beginnings

A stranger who made matters easy to let yourself go once under their attention

In her totality was the way this paragraph was structured

I was stuck between my hatred of the repercussions of her actions

I was stuck between my hatred of why this story ends with someone else's

People who tell of her rebellion

People who would tell the repercussions of her actions

They did not like me, but the formula would make more sense if they did

I was stuck between my hatred of how the triangular friendship sat a row behind them and how they still exchanged small touches

A relationship is built on submissive curiosity and people who would tell

They did not like me but this was her story, as I tell it.

Pretending he wasn't willing to surrender

Writing is the destruction of everything fleshy

Writing is the destruction of the young man, hesitant and afraid

The death of a young man who is hesitant and afraid

The death of flesh: nothing surprising in that, he is older.

A young man who is hesitant and afraid of what refusing literature has to do with it

Became the origins of which his body saw a crown of stars braided into their hair

Their death being finalized let my own stress dictate my actions

I lied in that there was nothing surprising since he was already so old

What the consequences of dragging young man who is hesitant and afraid

I chafed against the work of flesh

Her image came between me and seeing a crown of stars

The narrator promised I could let my own stress dictate my actions

Running away with the imagery: this, I was familiar with

Variables that revealed that I've never peed so much in my life

I had never even left my own country or exchanged small touches

A stranger who made matters worse by exchanging small touches

A stranger who made matters worse by building relationships on submissive curiosities

A stranger who made matters worse by thinking you didn't know the consequences

A stranger who made matters worse by surrendering

He was a counterfeit relationship built on submissive curiosity

He was a counterfeit story

He was a counterfeit surrender

Idle wonder began to vanish and exchange small touches

Idly wonder had consumed everything else that was additional

The healthiest thing that I've ever could have done was give man fire

Delta stands for every definition that I break

I left /that/ me orbiting around her rebellion

I broke every definition just so she could shine in a different class

Our grade did not care for why mastery to them was akin to the tide

The tide retreating back and forth as it showed us how to use language

There was something about how I saw myself as a creature

By giving man fire, he constructed every constellation by the blaze

The aftermath of giving man fire

A relationship that does not last is a relationship trapped in an asteroid belt

Children that didn't deserve to be trapped in an asteroid belt (lol)

We feasted on children that didn't deserve cellphones

When youre a child youre trapped in an asteroid belt

The equation to coolness is to let yourself float adrift

Derided by vanity. Inebriated, I whirled

Terror is what masked my mad dash

God punished our falling out

I lied so I could drift away

My first confession is that I ran away from the imagery

Those same words sounded like the tide retreating back and forth

Our grade did not care much for why I felt myself sinking in a restless notion

I left that me orbiting around our falling out

Those same words sounded like they could construct a new constellation

She screamed at me that she possessed an intolerable sense of guilt

I drank until the anxiety was buried under a stranger who made matters worse