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Get me out of this jar of pain. Tightened lid. Pickled inside with devastation and destruction. Blending in with the brine. Seasoned by torture and violence. Time to turn up the heat. Pressure cooked inside. Temperature rising. Steam valves are about to burst. Rapid boil begins. Screaming release is heard. Moments are building up. Angst has set in. Can not take any more. Head explodes. Was it all in my brain? Casualty of society. Tripped on the switch. Pulled the trigger. No more of me. Lay here eerily quiet, gone.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Pressure Cooker
Get me out of this jar of pain. Tightened lid. Pickled inside with devastation and destruction. Blending in with the brine. Seasoned by torture and violence. Time to turn up the heat. Pressure cooked inside. Temperature rising. Steam valves are about to burst. Rapid boil begins. Screaming release is heard. Moments are building up. Angst has set in. Can not take any more. Head explodes. Was it all in my brain? Casualty of society. Tripped on the switch. Pulled the trigger. No more of me. Lay here eerily quiet, gone.
Another school shooting I just heard on the news now, in Washington state at a high school. So sad.
silent-screams
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
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