It's a constant occurrence.
My skin stretches so tightly against my flesh that I want to peel it off like the skin of a green apple.
I want to inhale it all, but I stop myself. It might taste good at the start, but by the end I am vomiting and crying. The sugar is too much and it burns my organs. It pumps through my veins, mingling with my blood. Now my insides are jelly made with sugar and blood.
I want this to end, but I signed that contract 4 years ago. I'm not allowed to leave.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
It's a constant occurrence.
My skin stretches so tightly against my flesh that I want to peel it off like the skin of a green apple.
I want to inhale it all, but I stop myself. It might taste good at the start, but by the end I am vomiting and crying. The sugar is too much and it burns my organs. It pumps through my veins, mingling with my blood. Now my insides are jelly made with sugar and blood.
I want this to end, but I signed that contract 4 years ago. I'm not allowed to leave.
