Different things, different days. Starvation, self hate, the past, losing my religion(r.e.m moment), things going on between me and other people, visions I get when I touch things(the offical name for people like me is a "touch know"), conversations I hear on the bus, memories, feelings in the pit of my stomach that I cant get out no matter how long I stand over the toilet-so I write them out, in a strange and desperate act of purging.
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