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From last night. I wrote it when it was as dark as the darkest night, so I didn't see anything. Haha.
A little inside of my brain at its moments.
 
 
I am pretty fucked up inside.
And all that poisoned air sips through my skin like fog.
The fog flows over my body and builds a sheet that covers everything and that conceals my body with darkness.
I can rub off some fog on my better days, but when it's bad the fog eats me and goes on my breathing organs and it makes it impossible to breath and catch air.
 
 
 
Stop!
Make it stop!
My bones hurt.
My body is shutting dowm.
My eyes stopped seeing and my lungs stopped breathing.
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