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I don't know where to start, I write all my thoughts on a paper, like my therapist told me to, but it fills up quickly. As letters overlap, the pen becomes a chain, sticking me to the tile floor, and the more of my soul spills out, the more water fills the room, until I can't reach the air, My lungs get heavy, my eyes start to burn, my hands tremble, numbness bites at my feet. I begin to fade away. only then, can I read what I've written.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
An Ocean of Ink
I don't know where to start, I write all my thoughts on a paper, like my therapist told me to, but it fills up quickly. As letters overlap, the pen becomes a chain, sticking me to the tile floor, and the more of my soul spills out, the more water fills the room, until I can't reach the air, My lungs get heavy, my eyes start to burn, my hands tremble, numbness bites at my feet. I begin to fade away. only then, can I read what I've written.
I write when my mind is flooded, and I can't read it until my soul is in a drought
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16/F/Anywhere but here
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
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