september first. I

*tonight when I fled from my cage, I was secluded from my own head because all it called upon was you. echoing and echoing.* like a mother aches for her lost child I was gnawing the skin on my fingertips rustling the ends of my hair into knots biting numbingly into my tongue all so nonchalantly like a fool. who is so simply chasing his own tail in circles and circles and circles and just such endless cycles until they send themselves to sleep

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