him

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I ran into my bedroom,
slamming the door.
panting heavily,
gasping for more,
breath,
stunting for sure.
i hid under the bed,
with my hand over my mouth.
i screamed a few times,
just to let them out.
why did i do that?
i am insane.
i was suicidal, and i he had no brain.
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