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All I do is sit and stare and sleep. I want to eat honey, I want to **** this guy, I want to jump out of my window. How would they react if I were purged from my room through the window? The room would hiccup and take a nap. And it's only the second floor. I thought that maybe I should come with a warning and waiver or a stamp on my face that says "crazy." Then I realized that I do. Today I'm inhaling rejection, the fluid and the fire, anywhere I go the noises and movements wear me threadbare. I'm textured to be foolishly angry, anxious, sad, empty. No one ever touches me. I bet if I jumped out of my window, the air would feel cold and the grass would feel cold and I'd probably only break an arm. I am a vacuum inside.
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Coddling the Borderline
All I do is sit and stare and sleep. I want to eat honey, I want to **** this guy, I want to jump out of my window. How would they react if I were purged from my room through the window? The room would hiccup and take a nap. And it's only the second floor. I thought that maybe I should come with a warning and waiver or a stamp on my face that says "crazy." Then I realized that I do. Today I'm inhaling rejection, the fluid and the fire, anywhere I go the noises and movements wear me threadbare. I'm textured to be foolishly angry, anxious, sad, empty. No one ever touches me. I bet if I jumped out of my window, the air would feel cold and the grass would feel cold and I'd probably only break an arm. I am a vacuum inside.
tatum-routt
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
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