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There is something inside of me that won't let me sleep. A pinch licked onto my shoulder breathing the stench of reality. The hairs on the back of my neck reach far as to protect me. But I am exposed and I'm so ******* tired. My lids so heavy I can stretch them up and over my head. A masochistic joke I play with myself. There is something hiding that won't let me sleep. Licking it's fingers before it takes hold of my neck. It wants to take a good look at me. Get a good look at me.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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There is something inside of me that won't let me sleep. A pinch licked onto my shoulder breathing the stench of reality. The hairs on the back of my neck reach far as to protect me. But I am exposed and I'm so ******* tired. My lids so heavy I can stretch them up and over my head. A masochistic joke I play with myself. There is something hiding that won't let me sleep. Licking it's fingers before it takes hold of my neck. It wants to take a good look at me. Get a good look at me.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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