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shhhhh her mind sleeps slowly and breathes
she doesn't think her fingers need time to bleed her breath
takes a breath and beats time back into his box.
no no that's me , that is me again. rattling.
ribs are useless. maybe i have three lungs and no heart. i feel only breaths and no beating,
only the beating of time in his box and
he screams. no
no that is me.
my fists are beating themselves again and i dont feel .
the days at the end of july
fall apart in my fingertips.
i wrote this in july
why would i bother trying to make my words appease you? we are two equal wholes of this and i still look for you to complete me.
come back to me when you finally realize
you can't find peace within yourself
i'd love to talk.
i'd give up a lot to be neurotypical
i have the sort of anxiety that makes you feel like there are sugar granules embedded in the first layer of your skin and they're vibrating.
do you ever feel that way?