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I knew it was bad when my fingernails were ringed with red as I ran them over ribbons and excused myself from confetti cake to make them redder. my head was burning a sparkling candle burning my hands were yearning a spazzing sticking yearning my family was singing a muffled stifling singing my ears were ringing a loud ear-piercing ringing sing ring sting stop stop stop my scalp is stinging Nothing was clear until my fingernails were red and coated with pieces of my head: rubbed raw and picked clean You’re telling me this is something you haven’t seen? It doesn’t make sense because: I don’t put pencils in a perfect pristine line I don’t count my cheerios before I can dine I can turn the lights on and off just fine but my fingernails are red and apparently that’s a sign. I can tell you where every single pinprick lives and spreads fire down my scalp into my brain How it tells me your math homework can wait save me or you’ll go insane My nails are short but still red My brain is intact but still missing its head Oh, how I could See the Disorder in a demented disturbed decision to forfeit my favorite vanilla cake for blood stop stop stop, i’m begging you, brain you can’t stop; you know you need pain leave me alone, and you’ll go insane.
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC
On a birthday, Coated in red: Documented
I knew it was bad when my fingernails were ringed with red as I ran them over ribbons and excused myself from confetti cake to make them redder. my head was burning a sparkling candle burning my hands were yearning a spazzing sticking yearning my family was singing a muffled stifling singing my ears were ringing a loud ear-piercing ringing sing ring sting stop stop stop my scalp is stinging Nothing was clear until my fingernails were red and coated with pieces of my head: rubbed raw and picked clean You’re telling me this is something you haven’t seen? It doesn’t make sense because: I don’t put pencils in a perfect pristine line I don’t count my cheerios before I can dine I can turn the lights on and off just fine but my fingernails are red and apparently that’s a sign. I can tell you where every single pinprick lives and spreads fire down my scalp into my brain How it tells me your math homework can wait save me or you’ll go insane My nails are short but still red My brain is intact but still missing its head Oh, how I could See the Disorder in a demented disturbed decision to forfeit my favorite vanilla cake for blood stop stop stop, i’m begging you, brain you can’t stop; you know you need pain leave me alone, and you’ll go insane.
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21/F/Arizona
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC
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