Do you know me? then shut up.
Teeth grinding and I can’t even see.
Lips pursed tight and thoughts on fire.
Muscles inextinguishable and reality on yield.
I put my hands around the throat of my invisible tormentor and squeeze.
I don’t wanna talk I don’t wanna listen I don’t wanna hear I don’t want you I don’t want me I don’t wanna come I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna feel I don’t wanna see I wanna be mad I wanna hate I wanna kill I wanna be killed I wanna hurt I wanna scream I want it dark I want it cold I gotta go I gotta disappear I gotta run I gotta choke I gotta hit I gotta kick I gotta burst I need to move I need stop I need to pierce I need to stab I need to bleed I need to be tight…
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