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when i was little, i cried because i wanted It. It being the crisp sound of fulfillment that keeps the black hole in the middle of my body quite. i wanted, i needed It. sometimes the black hole would turn red as lava and it would feel like a volcano wanting to erupt but the thing is, it doesn't have anything to force out. and i do not like the feeling. i woke up today and my mind was a shade of blue. i don't quite remember drinking 10 bottles of anesthesia to feel this pale. every crack on the pavement looks like a long razorblade that would cut my foot if i step on it. here comes the habit of right first then left, counting the leaves of my neighbor's bush, and the amount of C's i swallow because everything should be even. 2,4,6,8 only that to relieve the ache because you are what you eat and who wants to be odd? there in my bed, i wonder if the rain is infused with anesthetics and the black hole erupting is the only pain i am feeling. and i like the feeling. now im older, i cried because i do not want It.
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
i (do not) like the feeling
when i was little, i cried because i wanted It. It being the crisp sound of fulfillment that keeps the black hole in the middle of my body quite. i wanted, i needed It. sometimes the black hole would turn red as lava and it would feel like a volcano wanting to erupt but the thing is, it doesn't have anything to force out. and i do not like the feeling. i woke up today and my mind was a shade of blue. i don't quite remember drinking 10 bottles of anesthesia to feel this pale. every crack on the pavement looks like a long razorblade that would cut my foot if i step on it. here comes the habit of right first then left, counting the leaves of my neighbor's bush, and the amount of C's i swallow because everything should be even. 2,4,6,8 only that to relieve the ache because you are what you eat and who wants to be odd? there in my bed, i wonder if the rain is infused with anesthetics and the black hole erupting is the only pain i am feeling. and i like the feeling. now im older, i cried because i do not want It.
marilag
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
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