Right now I would like to rip all the skin off my body.
Everyone tells me there is a difference between being awake and being asleep but I don’t see it.
Here we are, dying, nonstop since birth.
Being alive is the scary part.
I keep thinking about fat lips and how badly I would like one.
I can blot you out with my thumb, that’s how far away you are.
I love how my fat lip tastes. It tastes like blood and it feels like fuzz.
Just like fuzz.
I want to bite something. I just want to hurt something with my mouth.
I bet being on fire feels warm and toasty when you’re laying face down in the snow.
Everyone tells me there is a difference between being awake and being asleep but I don’t see it.
Here we are, dying, nonstop since birth.
Being alive is the scary part.
I keep thinking about fat lips and how badly I would like one.
I can blot you out with my thumb, that’s how far away you are.
I love how my fat lip tastes. It tastes like blood and it feels like fuzz.
Just like fuzz.
I want to bite something. I just want to hurt something with my mouth.
I bet being on fire feels warm and toasty when you’re laying face down in the snow.




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