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This noise is acid on my brain burning straight through leaving none in its path. I feel it- the loss the pain the sizzle. The empty hole it leaves running straight from my skull to my breast. I wish it would spread. Leaving one with a hole is cruelty. Destroying the total is a gift.
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Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
acid
This noise is acid on my brain burning straight through leaving none in its path. I feel it- the loss the pain the sizzle. The empty hole it leaves running straight from my skull to my breast. I wish it would spread. Leaving one with a hole is cruelty. Destroying the total is a gift.
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Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
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