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cut glass warm whiskey and shards of my throat scratched cd’s looping song lyrics and numb background noise get used to the soft sounds grating get used to the pitch ringing when the rest of the world    is silent shush hisss please don't wish beds become harder floors become softer but it’s really all the same my eyes are swollen puffy, half open all the time all the same windows to the soul fogged up from too many people rubbing and running their hands all over what’s not theirs to touch and they don’t even realize contact brushing absentmindedly touching not just breaking leaves glass shards in my throat
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
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cut glass warm whiskey and shards of my throat scratched cd’s looping song lyrics and numb background noise get used to the soft sounds grating get used to the pitch ringing when the rest of the world    is silent shush hisss please don't wish beds become harder floors become softer but it’s really all the same my eyes are swollen puffy, half open all the time all the same windows to the soul fogged up from too many people rubbing and running their hands all over what’s not theirs to touch and they don’t even realize contact brushing absentmindedly touching not just breaking leaves glass shards in my throat
#she#hurt#tired#sad#exhausted#repeated#loud#quiet#over#her
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taratags
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
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