Rip out your hair
Steal the lies from your breath
Take as many as you want
Throw it in the bubbles
So many creative yet not efficient ways to undo ones creation
How very tempting it seems to me
How amazing, I imagine, ceasing to exist
How peaceful, I believe, not needing air is
Digging into my flesh
Pulling it close to my face
Trying to walk on air
Refusing what allows me comfort
So many intoxicating punishments for the tortured soul, that is not as tortured as the mind
Such a beautiful silence and what a melancholy hole in what should be my chest
Every day I live in a haze and wonder of these strange ideas and experiences I long for
It terrifies me greatly, and as I continue to wonder about in this foggy plane of existence, I begin to realize
I think too much
As do people talk too much
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