so unaccpected, so far...I didnt realize i was looking through binoculars. looking everywhere except withing... Remembering is like forcing hands on a hot cast iron pot and not being able to pull away..it burns, it hurts, its okay...it will go numb some day. Exhale is all i want to do...not taking in anything.
where do i look? under my bed where i still believe a monster exists? where do i search for my existance. where's my reason to give. A heart is just a bloody peice of muscle.
the thunder is so loud, it vibrates through me and shakes the loose soil i walk on...blinds my eyes with sudden brightness....I'm right here, you fool. Are you so bad at aiming?
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