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boiling water has been poured over my head... my head is burning with hot thoughts of broken love, dripping down my face are tears.... .... or the boiling water that was just tipped on me. i cannot tell. my hands are cold with negligence, frozen fingers from the ice forming on my finger tips.... .... or from just not being held. i cannot tell. i don't know what is what. dissociated.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
i am dissociated
boiling water has been poured over my head... my head is burning with hot thoughts of broken love, dripping down my face are tears.... .... or the boiling water that was just tipped on me. i cannot tell. my hands are cold with negligence, frozen fingers from the ice forming on my finger tips.... .... or from just not being held. i cannot tell. i don't know what is what. dissociated.
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22/F/New Zealand
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
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