See, this - it was supposed to be my "escape, " kind of, I guess. But it's kind of anything but. I honestly don't know what this is - it's personal, and it's public. It's emotional and yet so dry. Its me, but it's not me at the same time. Um, it's, kind of, I don't know what to call it. It's words, words that are big, and words that are small. Words that are easy, and words that are hard. Words that are soft and words that are rough, like broken pieces of glass, jarring and piercing, and painful. Words that are red, and bloody, but then words that are black, or maybe kind of only dark grey?
{trigger warning? i'm not sure but better safe than sorry.}
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