hours have passed,
uneventful.
laying still and trying to turn off the unstoppable.
answers not found,
questions not asked.
the pain is far more than simply emotional.
the physical explosions within are unbearable.
the horrible taste of sickness lurks in my mouth.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
hours have passed,
uneventful.
laying still and trying to turn off the unstoppable.
answers not found,
questions not asked.
the pain is far more than simply emotional.
the physical explosions within are unbearable.
the horrible taste of sickness lurks in my mouth.
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