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That day I sat naked and alone water collapsing upon my spine acidic or compelling? cradling what I thought was my hands within themselves and waiting for daylight to break me. I was already broken decrepit in fact. caressing substance as supplement the figurines of moving reality plaguing consciousness As drips drops fell struck My initiative was no longer to cleanse or ease but to forget, God oblidge me please ghosts of armies amidst armistices raging with questioning calamity every minute every second It was easy to hear and see it placid to act as if gum on a shoe was used and trashed but stuck somewhere new disgusting Meanwhile this water troublesome with cleanliness corrodes my cadaver (Cadaver, because it seems that way) Blood runs with it and overtakes the pigment like color from the sponges I’d used for the color the needle left instead of creating life in color death in color feeling in color There were none unnamed and buried internal pieces of me Extracted with simplicity by mouth and flushed to not exist ever to anyone but deep in the realm, of conscience hidden and drowning
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Sponge.
That day I sat naked and alone water collapsing upon my spine acidic or compelling? cradling what I thought was my hands within themselves and waiting for daylight to break me. I was already broken decrepit in fact. caressing substance as supplement the figurines of moving reality plaguing consciousness As drips drops fell struck My initiative was no longer to cleanse or ease but to forget, God oblidge me please ghosts of armies amidst armistices raging with questioning calamity every minute every second It was easy to hear and see it placid to act as if gum on a shoe was used and trashed but stuck somewhere new disgusting Meanwhile this water troublesome with cleanliness corrodes my cadaver (Cadaver, because it seems that way) Blood runs with it and overtakes the pigment like color from the sponges I’d used for the color the needle left instead of creating life in color death in color feeling in color There were none unnamed and buried internal pieces of me Extracted with simplicity by mouth and flushed to not exist ever to anyone but deep in the realm, of conscience hidden and drowning
#pills#addiction#depression#regret#alone#abortion#naked#reminiscing#mistakes
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tara-antonini
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
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