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speters012
speters012
18/M/St. Louis New to this. I like music.
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i cant tell if its satan talking to me or if what i perceive is true but i cant help but thinking should i be giving up on you
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
speters012
cheating
i cant tell if its satan talking to me or if what i perceive is true but i cant help but thinking should i be giving up on you
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she carried me to the sink. she acquired me so long ago. she has cried into me. she has wiped tears off her face with me. we have grown accustomed to each other. i know her every supple detail. she knows my soft, warm touch. we know each other too well it seems. today, she carried me to the sink. the water started. the wrath of liquid poured out and filled to the brim. i did not expect her to do this. i know we loved each other. she told me so much about her life even though i couldnt talk back. i was stuck inside myself so even my own thoughts couldnt escape. i was a washcloth i submerged into the liquid and it surrounded me and soaked into me and burned every part of me and i didnt want to think about it how she put me here and if i was just a ******** washcloth i’d still be on the shelf but i was still her washcloth. the liquid became a part of me it absorbed so deep and it was just liquid but it was also what it meant it was the joy it was the hate it was the beginning and the end it was the concept of life and it was swirling around me and immersing itself into thoughts i didnt even know i had she plunged me deeper and made it perhaps lethal because i didnt know i was just a washcloth but then the worst part came the part where she just left the part where i was left out to dry except i was still engulfed in misery the part where she could have rerisen me and wrung me out like i was a washcloth was i meant to drown like this by this girl that picked me up off the shelf was i better than the other washcloths or was it just because i was there so i sat there drowning in the water and i wanted to scream and i wanted to cry the liquid out of myself but i was a washcloth soaking in water i wanted to look up out of the sink and see shining fluorescence but i couldnt see because i'm just a washcloth instead i made my own light i got closer and i saw it all go by the shelf the girl the sink and one last time the light
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
speters012
depression
she carried me to the sink. she acquired me so long ago. she has cried into me. she has wiped tears off her face with me. we have grown accustomed to each other. i know her every supple detail. she knows my soft, warm touch. we know each other too well it seems. today, she carried me to the sink. the water started. the wrath of liquid poured out and filled to the brim. i did not expect her to do this. i know we loved each other. she told me so much about her life even though i couldnt talk back. i was stuck inside myself so even my own thoughts couldnt escape. i was a washcloth i submerged into the liquid and it surrounded me and soaked into me and burned every part of me and i didnt want to think about it how she put me here and if i was just a ******** washcloth i’d still be on the shelf but i was still her washcloth. the liquid became a part of me it absorbed so deep and it was just liquid but it was also what it meant it was the joy it was the hate it was the beginning and the end it was the concept of life and it was swirling around me and immersing itself into thoughts i didnt even know i had she plunged me deeper and made it perhaps lethal because i didnt know i was just a washcloth but then the worst part came the part where she just left the part where i was left out to dry except i was still engulfed in misery the part where she could have rerisen me and wrung me out like i was a washcloth was i meant to drown like this by this girl that picked me up off the shelf was i better than the other washcloths or was it just because i was there so i sat there drowning in the water and i wanted to scream and i wanted to cry the liquid out of myself but i was a washcloth soaking in water i wanted to look up out of the sink and see shining fluorescence but i couldnt see because i'm just a washcloth instead i made my own light i got closer and i saw it all go by the shelf the girl the sink and one last time the light
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