Saturday, March 28, 2015

writing was never my strong suit

I don't know why I'm looking for proof or analyzing the details. I used to be a whole piece in their space, turned into a speck of dust.

It feels so good to give up.

It feels so go-

I don't feel anything.

It doesn't count.
It's small.
It's invisible.

Hiding.
Breathing.

I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I CAN I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't

I'm so tired.

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