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i'm terrified that if i write these thoughts down, i'll feel emptier than i do right now. but here i am, tapping away, wondering if i should ditch work today. went to the chiropractor for no good reason- told him to 86 the neck adjustment. last i did it, my head felt light. but i read somewhere that it might lead to stroke. avoiding death, now that's a joke. if i could just snap my spine, it could be alright. but a gradual fade isn't much of a change from right now. so I buckle down, i don't need any pity and hospital wards give me the heebie jeebies. i don't live a sad life, i shouldn't feel ****** but the hormones that rage and gave me these ******* could be why it could be tonight. too tired to live, too wired to die.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
what's left inside this shell
i'm terrified that if i write these thoughts down, i'll feel emptier than i do right now. but here i am, tapping away, wondering if i should ditch work today. went to the chiropractor for no good reason- told him to 86 the neck adjustment. last i did it, my head felt light. but i read somewhere that it might lead to stroke. avoiding death, now that's a joke. if i could just snap my spine, it could be alright. but a gradual fade isn't much of a change from right now. so I buckle down, i don't need any pity and hospital wards give me the heebie jeebies. i don't live a sad life, i shouldn't feel ****** but the hormones that rage and gave me these ******* could be why it could be tonight. too tired to live, too wired to die.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
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