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it's this alternating reality between the dull, throbbing ache of desolation, the sharp jolts of pain & the euphoria, the drive to make, build Rome in one day. it's the alternation realities between the inflation where I laugh until I scream, kick chairs, throw pets down stairs, rip every hair from my head, punch myself to see stars, scream until I laugh & the deflation where I sit back down, stare into mirrors to tell myself what I really think of me, carve insults into my woodworkings, pull my knees to my chest, rock myself into hallucinations or imaginary safe zones.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
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it's this alternating reality between the dull, throbbing ache of desolation, the sharp jolts of pain & the euphoria, the drive to make, build Rome in one day. it's the alternation realities between the inflation where I laugh until I scream, kick chairs, throw pets down stairs, rip every hair from my head, punch myself to see stars, scream until I laugh & the deflation where I sit back down, stare into mirrors to tell myself what I really think of me, carve insults into my woodworkings, pull my knees to my chest, rock myself into hallucinations or imaginary safe zones.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
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