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My head has never felt so quiet. My breaths are so small. Eyelids so oiled. It is like I don't exist from the neck up. The only sound coming from my body is the cracking of joints. Like a tin man.
I can tell this has happened before. Again, again, I have done this all before. My rib cage is curling outward. .si.lent.ly.curl.ing.to. expose .my.in.test.ines. This has happened before. I can not blink because sometimes my eyes are too dry. but Tonight they are like the dead sea. poor.poor.pit.i.ful.me
I can tell this has happened before. Again, again, I have done this all before. My rib cage is curling outward. .si.lent.ly.curl.ing.to. expose .my.in.test.ines. This has happened before. I can not blink because sometimes my eyes are too dry. but Tonight they are like the dead sea. poor.poor.pit.i.ful.me