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Fat; it's everywhere, like some kind
of disgusting infection. I am its only...
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...
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.
I'm in a fleshy tomb burried up above the ground.
It takes so much out of me to pretend. <3
by An Angel in the Darkness