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i keep coming back to the hospital the red beam on my skin cold hands, everywhere is clean and i am not sick. not anymore not ever again a white ray of light is carrying me the road leads an empty flesh the road swallows whatever's inside i've become hollow even before- and now i creak open trying to stuff myself with what doesn't belong this is a house. this, a hospital i didn't pay my rent, so i came from the back i keep coming back to the hospital my feet, my head, my soul only the heartbeat is steady. like the earth that is the sun. that, what shouldn't burn nurture me, nurses. smile at me like ever gently feel the fabric of my clothes, doctor tell me to eat. tell me to rest tell me to do everything i shouldn't do isn't that so naughty? to eat? to rest? i wonder i keep i keep wanting to this, a forever. this is the hallway
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
clouds are fine as long as they aren't yours
i keep coming back to the hospital the red beam on my skin cold hands, everywhere is clean and i am not sick. not anymore not ever again a white ray of light is carrying me the road leads an empty flesh the road swallows whatever's inside i've become hollow even before- and now i creak open trying to stuff myself with what doesn't belong this is a house. this, a hospital i didn't pay my rent, so i came from the back i keep coming back to the hospital my feet, my head, my soul only the heartbeat is steady. like the earth that is the sun. that, what shouldn't burn nurture me, nurses. smile at me like ever gently feel the fabric of my clothes, doctor tell me to eat. tell me to rest tell me to do everything i shouldn't do isn't that so naughty? to eat? to rest? i wonder i keep i keep wanting to this, a forever. this is the hallway
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
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