blessed be. messed up me. was i crying to get my face wet? to discern what i did from what i thought. it's hard to discern what i gave from what i got. i'm on the screen projected. i'm in the aisle yelling fire.
far - in the aisle, yelling
you came to me seven times. all when my eyes were closed and mind shut. and when the closest i have for comfort. my warm bedsheet soaked with drainage from my i.
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