my chest feels congested. i'm pukish. i can't breathe. it hurts. then i feel the almost rhythmic cracks in my wounded heart. oh, now i know what's going on! these are new symptoms of my recurring heart break.
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trust me. it is hard to keep yourself amused when all you have are walls for company. many, many walls.
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i can hear Dr. Key, Mr. Key, and another Mr. Key to the power of 2 attending to life's basic, vital needs. reminds me how Dr. Thing is a big no in their important lives.
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This time around, i let my heart weep silently and alone. even when it blows against the hard glass of my resolute mind and uses the fingertips of these words to beg for a vent - 'please, even a curled lip will do' - i will not surrender. i will bear the the hemorrhaging bitterness, loneliness, and worthlessness with a comatosed mind.
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trust me. it is hard to keep yourself amused when all you have are walls for company. many, many walls.
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i can hear Dr. Key, Mr. Key, and another Mr. Key to the power of 2 attending to life's basic, vital needs. reminds me how Dr. Thing is a big no in their important lives.
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This time around, i let my heart weep silently and alone. even when it blows against the hard glass of my resolute mind and uses the fingertips of these words to beg for a vent - 'please, even a curled lip will do' - i will not surrender. i will bear the the hemorrhaging bitterness, loneliness, and worthlessness with a comatosed mind.
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