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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