it's these terrible freezing nights that i can feel pressing down on me. the two feet of snow outside might as well be piled on my chest. it's the wind & the ice & the desperate loneliness that i can't escape. water & salt & snot & varying mixtures of all three freeze on my face & i feel more dead than alive. it's a sore from biting my lip that would heal if i could just stop tonguing it. but it won't let me ignore it. it will throb just as i've started to forget it. it will throb & i will tongue. it will never heal & i will never be ok. i need the blistering oppressive sun & everything it entails.
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everytime i look at your page i read this 2 more times.
i read everything over & over until my head melts & my brains pour out.
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