The pictures in my head are monochromatic some of the time. They run at speed and then slow down. Sometimes I see people I've never met. Somtimes faces I don't want to remember. Then flashes of colour and noise and pain. Then I wake and fear the day.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
The pictures in my head are monochromatic some of the time. They run at speed and then slow down. Sometimes I see people I've never met. Somtimes faces I don't want to remember. Then flashes of colour and noise and pain. Then I wake and fear the day.
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