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the first day of privacy
perhaps thoughts are scheduled

room

coldhandfingers

penning skin

under sound

there is monster

I HATE YOU

why is everyone skinnier than I am?
That needs to be changing.
I'd rather be the girl that other girls are saying, "wow, she looks skinnier than I do. What is wrong with me?"
Nothing is wrong with you, except you aren't going after the change you want.
I would run today, except I feel jolly fucking miserable, thank you so much angry sea monster in my uterus,
I want to rip off your wings and stuff your gills with swirling cusswords of doom which make it so you cannot breathe, so you are choking and dying, like an arugument I am losing. so you're losing NOW STOP UNWINDING MY STOMACH SANITY

unmoving changing into the moving

The concert was loud there was nothing to hide
Touching her face, trying to find
Where her voice was bringing her

She saw him, her heart was singing
Now the movement, crossing –
The lies were breaking on the floor

She rose to the challenge of walking,
Ignoring, all the other shoulders bumping
Because when she got to his it was God without the crying

Her hands cupped his skin, now he was turning
She was the only noise
“I know I’m waking” he said
she said “yes, its even better when--”
and he finished “its not a dream”

I hate when music has to do my essential thinking

I hate the rain stopping when I'm not done raining

I hate waiting on a bridge, not reading

I hate it when ex girlfriends ruin good music I wanted to show you