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Every one in this house is always sleeping soundly at this hour but me I shovel drugs and drinks inside my now dry mouth and they poke at my brain who says “spit it all out” I close my eyes and mimic the dark and the quiet at this hour but I Can suddenly hear a party that exists five cities over and the people they’re real but they sound like a radio and I open my eyes and the party is over and the static is gone Then I start to hum a song to soothe my mind with a familiar sound something real controllable Everyone in this house is always sleeping soundly at this hour but me By now I’m out of drugs and drinks and I’m left with thoughts and thinks and I hear footsteps
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
A Documentation of Sanity (or lack of)
Every one in this house is always sleeping soundly at this hour but me I shovel drugs and drinks inside my now dry mouth and they poke at my brain who says “spit it all out” I close my eyes and mimic the dark and the quiet at this hour but I Can suddenly hear a party that exists five cities over and the people they’re real but they sound like a radio and I open my eyes and the party is over and the static is gone Then I start to hum a song to soothe my mind with a familiar sound something real controllable Everyone in this house is always sleeping soundly at this hour but me By now I’m out of drugs and drinks and I’m left with thoughts and thinks and I hear footsteps
tessa-tomlin
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
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