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I consume enough coffee to **** a horse in about a week. I hunch over more than L from Death Note. I sleep but it feels like I don't. As today, I can tell you the layout of Spyro as if it were the back of my hand. I currently live by homemade trail mix, leg lifts and walking on a treadmill. There is a crazy 11 year old boy yelling in my ear with nice hair. My boyfriend's mind is wrapped within artificial life his head might as well reside inside a fish tank. With one week gone, my face drooping as the light from the television glistens off my iris. I see static on a screen, I feel it in my hair and I realize I've been sitting here for 20 minutes. I don't know where this is going.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
A Week Within
I consume enough coffee to **** a horse in about a week. I hunch over more than L from Death Note. I sleep but it feels like I don't. As today, I can tell you the layout of Spyro as if it were the back of my hand. I currently live by homemade trail mix, leg lifts and walking on a treadmill. There is a crazy 11 year old boy yelling in my ear with nice hair. My boyfriend's mind is wrapped within artificial life his head might as well reside inside a fish tank. With one week gone, my face drooping as the light from the television glistens off my iris. I see static on a screen, I feel it in my hair and I realize I've been sitting here for 20 minutes. I don't know where this is going.
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chloepoetry
122/Non-binary
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
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