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i feel a certain sense of exhaustion and tired and dead and dull and dread and i wish i could explain why its cutting and twisting and irking and twitching and it's really not easy to just write it off as a thing that we all do because why not our bodies like it i'm not you and you don't feel me you don't understand this thing is a twisting writhing turning and it is mine not yours never yours so shush.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
shush.
i feel a certain sense of exhaustion and tired and dead and dull and dread and i wish i could explain why its cutting and twisting and irking and twitching and it's really not easy to just write it off as a thing that we all do because why not our bodies like it i'm not you and you don't feel me you don't understand this thing is a twisting writhing turning and it is mine not yours never yours so shush.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
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