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it repeats in my head like a mantra or a desperate prayer, hands clasped tight over a crucifix necklace. but i cant envision myself praying just to god, i am so desperate at this point i am yelling my invocations to any force that will listen and my eyes are shut tight like a little girl wishing for time to slow down, reciting *"please dont get sick of me please dont get sick of me please dont get sick of me"* and i am never sure of what happens when i open my eyes and i am terrified to unfold my palms as if someone will catch me by my wrists and hit my hands with a ruler and assume i have ever wanted anything this bad before in my whole life
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
orison
it repeats in my head like a mantra or a desperate prayer, hands clasped tight over a crucifix necklace. but i cant envision myself praying just to god, i am so desperate at this point i am yelling my invocations to any force that will listen and my eyes are shut tight like a little girl wishing for time to slow down, reciting *"please dont get sick of me please dont get sick of me please dont get sick of me"* and i am never sure of what happens when i open my eyes and i am terrified to unfold my palms as if someone will catch me by my wrists and hit my hands with a ruler and assume i have ever wanted anything this bad before in my whole life
scully
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
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