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Vertigo. The world is turning. Turning. Turning. Turning, Too fast. Turning until A rip forms. A tear. A lesion. An open wound. Raw. Don't touch. Don't look. Don't speak. Don't hear. Don't smell. Don't feel. it hurts. Thoughts come then. Too loud, too quiet. Too bright; so, so dark. . . . help. No help. . . . help. No help. . . . help. Helped. Boxes. Boxes and boxes and boxes. A library of thought and feeling packed away In One second. Peace. Calm. Joy. False emotion. Easy breathing, easy living. Compartmentalized. Strike-through. Recompartmentalized. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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Vertigo. The world is turning. Turning. Turning. Turning, Too fast. Turning until A rip forms. A tear. A lesion. An open wound. Raw. Don't touch. Don't look. Don't speak. Don't hear. Don't smell. Don't feel. it hurts. Thoughts come then. Too loud, too quiet. Too bright; so, so dark. . . . help. No help. . . . help. No help. . . . help. Helped. Boxes. Boxes and boxes and boxes. A library of thought and feeling packed away In One second. Peace. Calm. Joy. False emotion. Easy breathing, easy living. Compartmentalized. Strike-through. Recompartmentalized. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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