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Wednesday 21 January 2015

damn the squishies.

I've gotten soft in this past couple of years, softer. 
Strong, but squishy. Like moist chocolate cake or wet tissue soft. 
It makes me so much more human, it gives me such feeling of inadequacy. 
I dislike the taste. Or its way. Just as cold, but full of heart. More alone but never lonely. 
Some parts the same but better, however this softness from within and the need to need and the incapability of doing things on my own caused by laziness is  rather abrasive. 
I shall withdraw myself as I cogitate ways of how to dispose what I've been sinking in and absorbing to get used to. Out you go nuisance.

-riri-

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