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i have to wake up in 3 1/2 hours. all for something id rather die than do. most of my days are spent with nausea and fear. of what, i will never know. how do i have so many thoughts, and yet none at all, all at once ? how do i make it stop ? i can’t distinguish between different thoughts and everything is starting to bleed together. the tires are slipping and i can’t help but to long for them to finally give out. one day they’ll completely give way. one day it’ll all come crashing down for good. i cant be here anymore, but i cant be there either. nowhere feels fit. heaven sounds nice. but i cant be sure that im making it there. too much has happened. ive happened. does heaven hold places for goblins ? i dont know what it feels like anymore. maybe it’s a Boulder laid out across my chest. maybe a parrot perched on my shoulder. maybe its a dunk tank and the target was finally hit. but i cant get out. the surface is further and further away. but the glass is still there.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 12:48 AM UTC
baby, you’ll never be sylvia
i have to wake up in 3 1/2 hours. all for something id rather die than do. most of my days are spent with nausea and fear. of what, i will never know. how do i have so many thoughts, and yet none at all, all at once ? how do i make it stop ? i can’t distinguish between different thoughts and everything is starting to bleed together. the tires are slipping and i can’t help but to long for them to finally give out. one day they’ll completely give way. one day it’ll all come crashing down for good. i cant be here anymore, but i cant be there either. nowhere feels fit. heaven sounds nice. but i cant be sure that im making it there. too much has happened. ive happened. does heaven hold places for goblins ? i dont know what it feels like anymore. maybe it’s a Boulder laid out across my chest. maybe a parrot perched on my shoulder. maybe its a dunk tank and the target was finally hit. but i cant get out. the surface is further and further away. but the glass is still there.
sharkteeth
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 12:48 AM UTC
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