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i made up a language, suffer

WHAT IS A GOD? a cruel parent who knows no bounds,

i tried to swallow the moon  once but it froze me throat, i cried around the zero-degree burn in my mouth, it tasted like blood. there's a lesson to be learned in every step you take, the is always someone watching you ― i know i can feel  /ku'eyomé ;their eyes,/ on the back of /ōipehoné ;my head/, in my skin, do you think

  [ 'ה]
Is a helicopter parent?


The world is cruel so I'm meaner, broke my tooth on a drum set and flinch when anyone tries to hug me too young to die but maybe i lived long enough, then.

I was born - [ úshuxōameōi ] - of sticky note smiles and - [ō] - three hours of - [xiām] -sleep but I was too young and ― (suicidal ideation and depression run on both sides? don't you know?)

māā hā háshèm? [What is (a) god?]

[álō'm, úshunomiōi māā háshèm hā gen néki? / hello, ive-been-bad GOD are you-(feeling)-good?]

It's    yo'm pto (first day)   how bad could it get from here?



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