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I'm pretty sure that I'm fundamentally broken. It's the only real reason I can even think of to explain why I'm so impossible to love. Why it's so difficult to find the same respect in speaking to me as others receive. Maybe I expect too much, and that's why. Or maybe I'm too thin now. Or … Continue reading How I feel
How it feels: Fingers clawed Quasimodo reborn Who needs a spoon when the Tremors stir the tea in my cup? You could consider it a silver lining Every nerve is on fire It burns like napalm frostbite Even through sweat slick palms Pharmaceuticals be damned I fucking hate taking them. Stabbing myself in the eye … Continue reading Since you asked
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Slithering, sniggering, sinister rats Slinking in shadowed doorways Always whispering behind fans and ferns Always so unconcerned But the itching sound of soulless claws Giggling along the edge of darkness Drives me batshit crazy and Still they assume that they are invisible