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On Wednesday I cried for so long that I lost my voice afterwards, With my throat on fire and my chest sore, I swallowed 3 pills, a litre of water, then slept for 14 hours and woke up a mess of sweat, clothes and **** I don’t know why everything I do is so excessive. I cancelled 2 job interviews, Took my cv off of indeed and text my boyfriend: I’m moving to Madrid, I’ll see you when I see you. Turned my phone off and found my way back to my cold wet bed. My dad strangled the **** out of me in my dream, Chased me down a never ending flight of stairs with a rake Until I was so tired I sat on the bannister and put my arm out: Hit me man I can’t be bothered. His face went red, He started pulling out his hair, His nose grew bulbous He screeched like foxes And ripped off his face to reveal a clown mask. He started doing tricks I became a baby and clapped my fat sticky hands together: More more more! He performed for hours He grew tired and started vomiting Rainbows of bile escaping his mouth. I grew taller and danced I whooped and sang and tapped my feet in the puddles Looked down and noticed I was dancing on a lifeless clown body; And I danced harder. I woke up in a panic The clothes on my chair looked like my fathers fat body In the dark I swear I could hear him screeching.
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
I AM GOING THRU IT.
On Wednesday I cried for so long that I lost my voice afterwards, With my throat on fire and my chest sore, I swallowed 3 pills, a litre of water, then slept for 14 hours and woke up a mess of sweat, clothes and **** I don’t know why everything I do is so excessive. I cancelled 2 job interviews, Took my cv off of indeed and text my boyfriend: I’m moving to Madrid, I’ll see you when I see you. Turned my phone off and found my way back to my cold wet bed. My dad strangled the **** out of me in my dream, Chased me down a never ending flight of stairs with a rake Until I was so tired I sat on the bannister and put my arm out: Hit me man I can’t be bothered. His face went red, He started pulling out his hair, His nose grew bulbous He screeched like foxes And ripped off his face to reveal a clown mask. He started doing tricks I became a baby and clapped my fat sticky hands together: More more more! He performed for hours He grew tired and started vomiting Rainbows of bile escaping his mouth. I grew taller and danced I whooped and sang and tapped my feet in the puddles Looked down and noticed I was dancing on a lifeless clown body; And I danced harder. I woke up in a panic The clothes on my chair looked like my fathers fat body In the dark I swear I could hear him screeching.
julia-elise
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
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