seventeen/you cant teach me that i’m wrong

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the feminine urge to find someone who understands the complete nonsense i spew on the daily

Seventeen is an invisible number- 

its a prime number but its too big to be enough to think about simply, 

too small to spend time thinking about. 

I dont think its anyone’s favorite, and if it is, i think you’re lying to yourself. 

Seventeen isnt half to anything except thirty-four, 

which is an equally boring, irritating number that i would kick in the throat if i had the chance to

And seventeen is still there. to destroy and exploit and torture and liquify and-

And… and


Ive been existing on the tightrope between knowing 

everything is wrong because of me and that i’m never wrong

There isnt a reason for the way i exist

But you cant make me stop trying to find one

There are no answers to all the things i need them for

But i’ll never believe that

And I’ll never believe you

Submitted: November 17, 2021

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olive tree

Feminine or human?

Maybe feminine is the right word, considering the anima and animus.

Good. Be your unapologetic self. Well said.

Wed, November 17th, 2021 4:02am

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