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these are just your normal dreams with boring perspectives, claiming to be the "new" black.
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this isn't new, just newly frowned upon and unfortunately that is not enough to make you special,
or me. so cut off a few years, call it quits early. we all do it anyways.
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i am living in my nightmares. this week has been an endless swirl of nightly hallucinations and i wake screaming or sweating everytime. i feel like my mind has turned against me in yet another way and there is no escape ( Read more... ) -
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my eyelids feel heavy. you are the sand being laid upon my breathing body, one shovel at a time. compress my organs, fill my mouth, cool my burning eyes. so then what? you wake me by grabbing my arms; bruises in the shapes of fingers and palms. the cells are moving, vibrating - this is an earthquake above and beneath me. "see me", i scream but you ( Read more... ) -
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there is this constant ticking in my head. one moment passed ( Read more... ) -
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everything sounds exaggerated in this silence. each time the faucet drips, i lapse back. i swear i can hear my blood pulsing with the clock on the wall. nothing seems natural. i am out of place, misplaced ( Read more... ) -
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these monsters grow stronger with every thought, with every number, with every moment leading to forever. they growl in my stomach and crawl up my throat, breaking down my strength and consciousness. my heart beats faster for them each time until it won't.
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i can't believe that it's been four years. i can't believe how much this still effects me, how i can't sleep at night because of my dreams, how i preoccupy my mind every time i drive down that street, how i jump with every oncoming left hand turn. i can't believe that i'll never call shotgun, i'll never read a book with ease, i'll never write ( Read more... ) -
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your constant anger pushes me further. more and more certain that all has been lost in a sea of faults. it's always been this way though hasn't it? you've always been angry. the only difference is that now i can call it instead of hiding silently. oh, and the subject. but there was always something ( Read more... )