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The blood boils inside my veins, heating every road in my bloodstreams corrupting my nervous system until there's an earthquake. How can I save myself when rescuing myself means dying? Surviving that's all we try to do. But when living is so hard and dying is so easy it makes me wonder, why are we still breathing when a knife, a safety pin, a pencil sharpener blade can take it all away? It seems we're addicted to pain. Whether in the form of trying to escape or trying to get by and I can't figure out which is worse. -k.d.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Surviving
The blood boils inside my veins, heating every road in my bloodstreams corrupting my nervous system until there's an earthquake. How can I save myself when rescuing myself means dying? Surviving that's all we try to do. But when living is so hard and dying is so easy it makes me wonder, why are we still breathing when a knife, a safety pin, a pencil sharpener blade can take it all away? It seems we're addicted to pain. Whether in the form of trying to escape or trying to get by and I can't figure out which is worse. -k.d.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
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