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Stop looking at me stop stop stop stop. Their narrow eyes make me want to throw up and I feel so sick welling in me like some ******* typhoon and I don't know what do with this energy gathering force, black and huge. I don't know where to direct this animal that grew in the cage of the boxes that they've tried to cram the lid on top of with me there silent. I am more than *** weight, gender, hair and not that any of you care, but I can feel and I'm alive and my heart is banging against my chest but nobody's home, nobody's home. And you might as well take a knife and find a place for it between the sturdiness of my ribs. Maybe you can cut out some of my less desirable traits. Maybe you can trim me into shape. They look at me like a murderer. Maybe you're afraid I'll stain your cornflower hair red with my ***** touch. And the more you look look look at me the more I think I'd like to very much. So look at me like I'm ****** and ****** and sin. Alright, okay, you win. I'll be the murderer, the outsider, the stranger you'll never be. And I'll ****** god, I'll do it. I'll ****** me.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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Stop looking at me stop stop stop stop. Their narrow eyes make me want to throw up and I feel so sick welling in me like some ******* typhoon and I don't know what do with this energy gathering force, black and huge. I don't know where to direct this animal that grew in the cage of the boxes that they've tried to cram the lid on top of with me there silent. I am more than *** weight, gender, hair and not that any of you care, but I can feel and I'm alive and my heart is banging against my chest but nobody's home, nobody's home. And you might as well take a knife and find a place for it between the sturdiness of my ribs. Maybe you can cut out some of my less desirable traits. Maybe you can trim me into shape. They look at me like a murderer. Maybe you're afraid I'll stain your cornflower hair red with my ***** touch. And the more you look look look at me the more I think I'd like to very much. So look at me like I'm ****** and ****** and sin. Alright, okay, you win. I'll be the murderer, the outsider, the stranger you'll never be. And I'll ****** god, I'll do it. I'll ****** me.
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katie-mac
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
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