Sometimes there come sad days... dark days... My thoughts are sprawling, my memories are tangling... All sounds drown except for one... this hiss-hiss-hiss in every corner... it's like snakes are everywhere... crawling into my skin, into my head... Thoughts are sprawling, memories are tangling... I don't want to be here... I don't belong here... I pray for another morning to come but seconds lingering so slow... one... two... buckle my shoe... three... four... take me home...

Sep. 11th

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