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Dec 2014
Oh I'm so dead.
I'm so dead and you're he's so alive he's so alive and he's up at 1130 and i'm fast asleep and he's hours away and i'm in the green-walled room and thunder can't be written about with gentle drops of rain but thunder can be written about with thunder so CRASH **** HOWL SHRIEK because you he is THUNDER and what am i? you HE is thunder and i am lightning and he brings me to life and I am SCREAMING "oh god oh god" and you he is grinning as much as he can at this moment and my throat is bare (why) and i want you him to treat me physically like you do emotionally and if it had always been this way then i'd be dead at the bottom of the ditch you dug when you smirked like that
bleeding and bruised and unrecognizable and would you look at me look at me look at me but no you'd fill the grave with dirt and your heart would still be oh so empty but you're just a boy a ******* boy and I look up and see starts and galaxies and then I see you and thunder crashes again and I'm not screaming and there's no lightning and my throat is still bare but so is everything else and our sweat has long since dried and you're a doctor aren't you but you'd rather cut me up than stitch me closed and I'm still bleeding and you're still smiling *but you're just a BOY and I am so much more than just a girl.
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