I have screams bubbling and clawing their way up my throat. Inside, the sloping slices of my thoughts and my dismembered personality (provided it did indeed exist in the first place) hates you, hates you. I hate you. I want to scrunch myself up, and be kicked until I can't feel anything. I wish I weren't living here.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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