—the mundane does not come easily to me
to subvert oneself into the confines of society
feels like crawling into a steel safe
all cramped and sweaty and suffocating and SAFE
the kind you keep guns in
i'm only useful when you need to blow someone's brains out
when you need someone gone
it's easy to become a secondhand killer
when you're being handled like oneEccentrically,
RBa/n: all things odd and alien.
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bare-bones
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