" lie on the stone cold floor and mourn with me; let the cold of the tiles eat into your heart, instead of emotional coldness, feel it physically. can't stand it, too cold. pry your hands away, unstick your back from the still tiles. shower. need a shower. twist the lever to the left, let the burning hot water run though you. feel it burn your back. like knives, slicing and stabbing you. red, burned, raw. raw. peel away the guilt. burn it away, every inch of it - every inch of you. done. now, plaster on a fake smile and walk on. "
psychotic feelings creeps me out; i scare even me sometimes.
JY
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