Pet Epicedium by Puppy Parlor

like going limp in the arms of someone who's face you can't make out but know you recognize

like falling asleep while something else is waking up

like a sound so loud you can't see besides what's right in front of you

like transient paresthesia while walking in a garden

like muffled and closed in but its warm and your bare skin has been freezing

like nothing felt real anymore, it's all just familiar, you can't trace back, to when?

it is hollowing, and it isn’t so easy, no, when all I want to be is nice, but I don’t want to be, I want only to dissolve, if it weren’t for __ _______ and ___ nice ______ I would set ___ ____ on fire, if it weren’t for ____ I’d destroy __ _o__,
I don’t know how long it’s been, going on seven years, I’ve _____ better, but ____ declined, it’s only sinking ______ down, and I ____ to ____ in ____ but I hate to concern, and if I ___ __ ___ to ____ then it’d be so much easier, but I don’t want that, I just want to leave such thoughts behind, or to leave the world behind, they stand with their backs to each other and argue,
I can hardly hear anything else, I wish one __ ____ would disappear completely, I wish I cared more which one it was, but it doesn’t matter, to me anymore, I wish it would cease ______ ______

Do not forget the hollowing feeling
So subtle that you hardly knew it then
It has not words only shifts in wind
An air that settles like dust muddling your senses
She only has a few months left at best
But she wont keep food down or even try
She's got a few days at best

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