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Daylight needles up to my window, smiling bright, jaunty, and annoying. I tell it I am not participating today. I'm just doing showers and sleep. Avoiding human life and signs of mirrors. Noshing away cold french fries, sipping last night's wine in my boy-shorts, favorite Spider-Man tee and signature vampire demeanor. With achy bowels and a mind like a gallon jug – The people-sounds outside are heavy and I, irrationally, feel judged by every living thing. Still, I will not leave my bed like a loyal pet of a grandmother. There will be other days to adventure on,all young and fresh, I'm sure maybe tomorrow I'll break the slump. but for now my blistering eyes won't stay open; My whole mouth tastes like a dump and this back of mine feels like torn paper. Muscles sink to dust, and lay quiet as a lamp. Hours slip by. Only Netflix talks to me. My body dims down like the laptop across my chest. Yet my thoughts surge me on         and away like ****** And in my mind, I feel shiny, worth-while and suddenly beloved and famous.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Twenty-two
Daylight needles up to my window, smiling bright, jaunty, and annoying. I tell it I am not participating today. I'm just doing showers and sleep. Avoiding human life and signs of mirrors. Noshing away cold french fries, sipping last night's wine in my boy-shorts, favorite Spider-Man tee and signature vampire demeanor. With achy bowels and a mind like a gallon jug – The people-sounds outside are heavy and I, irrationally, feel judged by every living thing. Still, I will not leave my bed like a loyal pet of a grandmother. There will be other days to adventure on,all young and fresh, I'm sure maybe tomorrow I'll break the slump. but for now my blistering eyes won't stay open; My whole mouth tastes like a dump and this back of mine feels like torn paper. Muscles sink to dust, and lay quiet as a lamp. Hours slip by. Only Netflix talks to me. My body dims down like the laptop across my chest. Yet my thoughts surge me on         and away like ****** And in my mind, I feel shiny, worth-while and suddenly beloved and famous.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
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