madness, bleeding out of my tear ducts like the slime oozing from the innards of corpses, dripping dew condensing on the stones that comprise the walls of the water well, screaming at me, tearing my bones into splinters
. . .
my subconscious is dripping, dripping red onto the pages of a glowing window somewhere . . .
Monday, July 23, 2018
MY SKIN IS PEELING MY SKIN IS PEELING OH GOD PLEASE STOP IT PLEASE, PLEASE LORD STOP THE PEELING IT HURTS GOD IT HURTS LORD WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY GOD
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