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I sit here. Lips stained with cigarettes. I don't know what to do. My mind has been clouded. Unhinge my scalp and breath in. My soul trembles at my fingertips. Paper cuts under my nails. I bleed love. My problems are tangled in my hair. I can't shave it cause I'm supposed to be an adult. I pack my fears into a briefcase. My eyes heat my bedroom. The fire you started didn't go out after you left. I extinguish sadness with numbness. My bed is a cave. I have been frozen in its glaciers. To cold to move. Save me.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
December 15th, 2014
I sit here. Lips stained with cigarettes. I don't know what to do. My mind has been clouded. Unhinge my scalp and breath in. My soul trembles at my fingertips. Paper cuts under my nails. I bleed love. My problems are tangled in my hair. I can't shave it cause I'm supposed to be an adult. I pack my fears into a briefcase. My eyes heat my bedroom. The fire you started didn't go out after you left. I extinguish sadness with numbness. My bed is a cave. I have been frozen in its glaciers. To cold to move. Save me.
marcusneeley
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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