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These four walls, they give me safety, yet they bring me solitude. The light is fading from my window view, and the growing darkness becomes more appa..
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A long day, today
God, my throat is too sore to talk
Probability, lymphatic system, politics and literature
All the topics of today, and tomorrow
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Down I go, onto my couch
No room here but this one
Bigger than my room, even in my new house
Ilike it here
Even with the giant window
Wrapped u..
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Here it comes again
A giant hand to a gentle face
The slap breaks the tense silence
Burning red, the stain grows larger
Eyes lock in anger
Dull g..
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Pumping, churning
Oh god, this burns
Harder, harder
I need this pain
Go, go, go
More and more
Push me, do it, Idare you
Nevermind, I can do it ..
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Sitting in class
tick-tock, tick-tock.
Seconds don't seem to grow to minutes
Kristen? Are you alright? You're shaking.
Yes, I'm fine. I promise.
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Write more, write more.
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Terror consumes my being.Anxiety levels rise.Something I've never done before.Baking pies.The directions weren't as clear as they should have been for..
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You've been with me for years.
Slept with me through countless nights.
So close, never out of reach.
Stepped on, bent up, scratched.
We've been to..
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