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the morning wake-up call from a horrifying dream sequence the kind where you slowly sit up in silence & stare at the wall too shocked to make a sound the nightmare was in itself normal everyone was kind to me but it felt untrue they all had daggers hidden deep in their palms ready to strike at my slightest faltering I made my coffee and dove into the online world where he found me as a green dot on the screen sought me out and mentioned that fate had once again not been our mutual friend & he had walked in my mother's door just as I had left the other day the tears welled up casting colorlessly behind my hair I knew it too I saw his car hiding in the back but I kept on driving I had to go I had to go now my hands are shaking another outcome of too much java & not enough sustenance he kept asking what was wrong what was wrong its all wrong, honey & I'm two short tiptoes from driving into an open field clutching unharvested crops & screaming until my lungs give out I should have stayed
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
.make up your mind.
the morning wake-up call from a horrifying dream sequence the kind where you slowly sit up in silence & stare at the wall too shocked to make a sound the nightmare was in itself normal everyone was kind to me but it felt untrue they all had daggers hidden deep in their palms ready to strike at my slightest faltering I made my coffee and dove into the online world where he found me as a green dot on the screen sought me out and mentioned that fate had once again not been our mutual friend & he had walked in my mother's door just as I had left the other day the tears welled up casting colorlessly behind my hair I knew it too I saw his car hiding in the back but I kept on driving I had to go I had to go now my hands are shaking another outcome of too much java & not enough sustenance he kept asking what was wrong what was wrong its all wrong, honey & I'm two short tiptoes from driving into an open field clutching unharvested crops & screaming until my lungs give out I should have stayed
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33/F/American
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
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