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Kipperoni Shares
Into the quiet mind of KIP

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Sometimes I wish you'd leave me alone. Disappear from my life the same way you showed up one day. Randomly. Unapologetically. Not a care in the world for where it would go. Sometimes I wish you'd go away. Take the lies, false promises, lack of effort... Take it all away and bury it. Let it become one with the earth, like I wish to be without you. Cause sometimes I wish you'd get lost. In the woods, in yourself, in someone else. Just get lost and don't respond to the missing p
Meat Sack
Tearing apart myself, while their cries echo in my head. Let me out, let me out But I can't, stuck in a meat sack with no sense. Is this really in my head? They cry and fight, cry some more. Let me go. Trying to rip me apart like stale bread. I'm breaking down and crumbling. Fragile, flimsy meat sack. Let me out, let me out. I tried to ask who, but nothing was said. Release me, please. This feels much too real, am I jinxed or dead? I can't escape, can't move, can't see. Let m
Disconnect
The disconnect. At first a shallow trench, worming it's way through your bones. You see it, "I'll catch myself," you'll say. Till it burrows deeper, blasting through your rib cage. Your brain, a bomb, ready to go off, throwing grenades in trenches, sealing your fate. Just a disconnect. But time is no longer real, and you can't find your feet. "I'll catch myself," you said. Flailing through the battlefield, for anything to catch onto. Yet there's no longer a warzone, you don't


Tap for Syrup
Sweet as syrup, where did you go? Tried tapping the trees, not even they know. Boiled dry, burned the rest. Just came asking for sugar, now you want me less. I just want my sappy boy. Hates me now, should I be coy? Honestly miss him so . . . won't mean he hears me though. Sweet as sugar, please come home. Months on the move, stop your roam. The trees are dry, there's not a drop. What did I do to make you stop? Syrup-y sweet, but you've gone sour. Tried crying for you, but the
Deserted Waters
Now I can understand why. My eyes have opened wide. My parents deserted me and I am but a child. I wish I could say, what really made me this way. I had a choice, chose grow up. Now it's my time to pay. This blanket may be warm, but outside there is a storm. I am really scared. Please someone come home. One day that blanket tore. I know, I promised, I swore. My choice, grew up, I was stuck. Still not more than a child. This storms' inside my head. I thought this would help me
Be Your Diary
Oh darling, your secrets. Tell me all your secrets. You sweetheart, yes you. Let me be your personal diary. My darling, come here. Let me love you right. I know baby, it's not easy. Let me show you something better. You've heard it, a million times before. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. My darling, I'm here for you, and everything that comes with. Give me a dance. Just one, I'll show you you're worth it. Tell me baby, all your secrets. I know you're worth it.
Give Me a Reason
Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a weakness. Give me a reason. You’re the reason I have a soft spot. Give me a reason. That all you have is bad news. Give me a reason. As to why I “don’t care”. Because I care. Best believe. Yes, I care. Give me a reason. You don’t wanna spend that time on us. Give me reason. I know all the stories from your background. Give me a reason. Why we don’t speak at all. Give me a reason. We argue with are hands tied. Because I’m here. Best
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I am full of warmth and affection. It's only our connection. It's only all for him. I wish, you could see yourself through my eyes, reflection. I am full of fondness. So much tenderness. All the love that I have for him, and it's not even kindness. I am full of ambition, with a vision, and such a passion for him. It's not just an illusion. I am full of curiosity. You'd think it an atrocity. But I'm just a bit wild. Ferocity. I am full of optimism. And a little heroism. Not a
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