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you victimize yourself. You become lazy because no one taught you to be industrious. you are so angry at those who made you into a target, a thing, a transferrance
that a bomb had hit our building. her face was about to crumble. i was about to move, but my back hurt so much. i did not know what to do. someone banged opened the door, asked
that i feel primitive, the violent sick thoughts and emotions inside are tethered togethered, vined in strange fashions, they breathe through terror films, through avenues of shock.
I was so ashamed after all the others had been shot killed off, disappeared: lost. I did not know what to do. I had been underground for so long eating bits of bread, rationing.
when you are so full... your footsteps, fragments of sparkling nets throwing themselves on dark slippery, rippling echoes, i cannot say what is so ephermeral about you forever breaking into