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Nighttime. Cars light up my room. I count. The moon keeps me awake, Beaconing. I can hear you. Telling me to do it- Hurt me, you, them... Everyone. Thoughts SCREAMING. Words begging to become actions. I close my eyes. Deep, deep, deep breath. It's just a thought. Grounded. Soft sheets, pillows... Moon, stars, lights. It's quiet.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
Too Loud
Nighttime. Cars light up my room. I count. The moon keeps me awake, Beaconing. I can hear you. Telling me to do it- Hurt me, you, them... Everyone. Thoughts SCREAMING. Words begging to become actions. I close my eyes. Deep, deep, deep breath. It's just a thought. Grounded. Soft sheets, pillows... Moon, stars, lights. It's quiet.
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#ocd#intrusivethoughts#intrusive#obsessive#compulsive
Sentient_Tacos
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Sentient_Tacos
17/Cis/left behind
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
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