Fat; it's everywhere, like some kind
of disgusting infection. I am its only...
Every cut
Every bloody tissue...
I go to the drive through and make
my order. I pull up, pay and wait for...
I promtly tie my hair back and make sure
to turn on the faucet to drain out the noise...
Muffled screams break the silence
as the razor glides over skin...
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Do not ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. |
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I'm in a fleshy tomb burried up above the ground. |
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It takes so much out of me to pretend. <3 |