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i am gone out of my head
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here's the setting: i may write without spell check for the next few weeks
to see if i care.
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i asked if you'd know where to find me
if i decided to get up and leave
i wonder if you would come and get me, though
or would you understand that if i'm gone i'm gone for good?

#6262

i wear my clothes to bed
and i smell like chamomile when i'm alone
i have nightmares i sleep with lights on
i can't figure this on my own
and i feel like a fucking joke

i haven't felt like this in what seems to be
a thousand years
turns out heavy weights
and sex
and eating well
doesn't make existence any easier

i might just as well throw the trash down the drain
who even cares?