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eyes bloodshot and burning red like two swollen bags full of acid tears staining my cheeks with hot red blotches of fiery guilt clouding my head like dense fog settling into the room between us is a thousand miles. my eyes feel like bee-stings, my heart a stone. with my dead-tree body, withering and wilting, i lay my heavy head and plead for sleep to carry me away. you already dozed off hours ago like a sleeping child worn out from throwing his toys 'round the sandbox. your side of the bed is warm, soft and dry, while the cold rain still pours over mine. i guess tonight i'm sleeping in a storm.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
going to bed angry
eyes bloodshot and burning red like two swollen bags full of acid tears staining my cheeks with hot red blotches of fiery guilt clouding my head like dense fog settling into the room between us is a thousand miles. my eyes feel like bee-stings, my heart a stone. with my dead-tree body, withering and wilting, i lay my heavy head and plead for sleep to carry me away. you already dozed off hours ago like a sleeping child worn out from throwing his toys 'round the sandbox. your side of the bed is warm, soft and dry, while the cold rain still pours over mine. i guess tonight i'm sleeping in a storm.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
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