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my hands tightly clenched the bathroom counter, my mouth agape, eyes rolling, tossing hair to the side, tighter, tighter, veins aching, my vision sliding to look into my own eyes, pupils dilated, bags, red, my face covered in runny black paint on my chest the word "dead" written with the tips of tense fingers, that way if the sirens ever made their way they wouldn't waste their time trying to fix me, tighter, tighter, i was my own maker, my own master, my own destroyer, i hated to say it, but i hoped she was alone, because i was alone, i fell to the floor, traced the word on my skin, lighter, lighter, my head began to fog with dense advice, everyone is right, except me. everyone knows all, except me, my hands tensed one last time, my mind faded to black, and i took my gamble.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 1:59 PM UTC
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my hands tightly clenched the bathroom counter, my mouth agape, eyes rolling, tossing hair to the side, tighter, tighter, veins aching, my vision sliding to look into my own eyes, pupils dilated, bags, red, my face covered in runny black paint on my chest the word "dead" written with the tips of tense fingers, that way if the sirens ever made their way they wouldn't waste their time trying to fix me, tighter, tighter, i was my own maker, my own master, my own destroyer, i hated to say it, but i hoped she was alone, because i was alone, i fell to the floor, traced the word on my skin, lighter, lighter, my head began to fog with dense advice, everyone is right, except me. everyone knows all, except me, my hands tensed one last time, my mind faded to black, and i took my gamble.
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jj-hutton
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 1:59 PM UTC
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