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20/12/20
nothing is here for me and no legal contact to the outside world. i can spill my guts in a book or in a bathroom sink, your choice. punishing myself for things i dont remember and forking it all over only to get flashbacks of the taste in my mouth and the walls closing in while she screams and screams and screams and i bleed and bleed and bleed. who called the police? did they or was it a dream? was it all a dream to nobody but me? im only in control once my head hits the pillow or the spoon hits the back of my throat. sleep, secrecy, remember, and repeat.
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