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Can't seem to stop it. Keeps Flowing This gushing salt water, these quick uneven breaths I take like I am drowning and I'm just trying to get enough oxygen, maybe if I could stop the shaking, maybe if I had a nice clear nose, I could have laughed. But I didn't. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. I lay here on the concrete, and I cannot even see straight, let alone think straight. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. I cannot conclude on whether these are happy fantasies, sad fragments of memories, or a mixture of the two that is making me feel this way. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. The concrete that supports my convulsing body is soaked. Every time I try to stand, I hear a loud crack, and find myself cuddling with the concrete once again. Somehow it stopped. No more gushing salt water. I still lie here with my silent, piercing cries. With my writhing body. With my nose and its trickling stream. I must not have any water left to let cascade onto the floor. But for some reason, I cannot disjoin myself from this cold floor. Cannot stand up. Once I finally build up the courage, something shoots me down again and again.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
Tears
Can't seem to stop it. Keeps Flowing This gushing salt water, these quick uneven breaths I take like I am drowning and I'm just trying to get enough oxygen, maybe if I could stop the shaking, maybe if I had a nice clear nose, I could have laughed. But I didn't. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. I lay here on the concrete, and I cannot even see straight, let alone think straight. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. I cannot conclude on whether these are happy fantasies, sad fragments of memories, or a mixture of the two that is making me feel this way. Can't seem to stop it. Keeps flowing. The concrete that supports my convulsing body is soaked. Every time I try to stand, I hear a loud crack, and find myself cuddling with the concrete once again. Somehow it stopped. No more gushing salt water. I still lie here with my silent, piercing cries. With my writhing body. With my nose and its trickling stream. I must not have any water left to let cascade onto the floor. But for some reason, I cannot disjoin myself from this cold floor. Cannot stand up. Once I finally build up the courage, something shoots me down again and again.
#sad#life#pain#depressed#tears#crying#hurt#saltwater
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vivian-pennock
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
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