panacea x.
Thomas Reid died
with that filthy smirk on his
face.
I wasn’t looking when he toppled over
the edge of the bridge,
but the splash that came
a few seconds afterward
glued itself to even the darkest parts
of my mind;
like some sort of
souvenir.
Einstein told me to grow up.
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glitch
PoetryI am a monster. Everybody knows it, but they're too afraid to say it out loud. My body's made of static and dead skin cells, and I don't know if knowing that i'm a failure is what makes me sad or if it's the fact that everyone else knows i'm a failu...
