"stitching it on;
you should do it more!
the pain of doing something so simple
i just... couldn't do it.
believe me, i've tried:
but it's so hard with these feelings inside
stitching it on;
ugh! what's wrong? again?
think! think!! think!!!
—just tired.
eye roll, but it's been dismissed (finally)
now breathe and seem distracted
stitching it on;
you've always got a face on you.
...maybe i should try it again
stitching, stitching, stitching.
i thought i was good at it?
i need to get better at this!
it's starting to show
no more stitching it on;
this thread is gone
my handy needle is a con.
let's go purchase another
before such a suspicion,
before they notice.
stitching it on;
no notices!
let's take these stitches out afterwards
soaring pain,
though nothing i can't handle.
no longer stitching;
it's done. so tiresome.
this same old cycle... again and again.
i can't...
letting myself have these haggard strings sprout upon my once starry face
and continue on with such distaste?
not anymore."
date: 28th march, 2017
time: 18:44 p.m.
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